#it does also have comfort and fluff to help balance out

[madness-of-void]

Can I Keep You?

Chapter 3 is finally here! It took a lot longer to do the final round of editing than I thought it would. I should have expected that with this chapter being roughly 15k.

Please pay attention the the tags. The more heavier ones are in this chapter. Also, changed the rating to Mature because of this chapter.

Take care of yourself with this one, and enjoy.

[mihii-i]

idk if you write for more than one character at a time, but can i please request the male hashira x gn reader headcanons for when their crush sits on their lap? mostly fluff maybe slight spice? thanks

when you sit on their lap hcs

Pairing(s): male hashira x gn!reader (except muichiro)

CW: sfw, slightly suggestive, gn!reader, lap sitting, very suggestive on tengen’s part, slight mention of thigh riding and grinding

A/N: again, I am so sorry this took awhile because I was on vacation I will be working on what’s in my inbox now <33

Gyomei is weirdly calm about it

Probably because he’s blind or cause he doesn’t have a hard time keeping his composure

He’ll adjust himself so you have a more comfortable position to sit in

Keeps his arms wrapped around your waist or torso to help you balance on his thigh or wherever you’re sitting down

Rests his chin onto your head occasionally

Sometimes forgets to tell you to get off, and you guys just remain in that position for a long time just talking like normal

Another hashira would have to see you two and point it out in order for you to finally get off

Gyomei would apologize if necessary and let you off calmly

“Y/N, I enjoy you sitting on me, we should have more conversations like this.”

Sanemi on the other hand is a little more aggressive…

When you sit down on his lap, he’s completely flustered, his face bright red and hot

He’d yell at you to get off, even though he made no effort to get you off

We know you enjoy it Sanemi it’s okay

If you got off, he’d growl under his breath and try to scoot himself closer to you until you sat back on him

If you stay on his lap, he averts his eyes from yours, and grits his teeth while blushing furiously

After some time of awkward silence of him holding your waist and you cuddling him in his lap, a thread basically snaps inside him, and he pulls you close to him, burying his face into your neck

Sanemi would plant your hips down using his bare hands, and press his teeth to your neck, making sure there’s no space between the two of you

“You got me all hot and bothered, Y/N. Now take responsibility you damn brat.”

Rengoku would have a fairly normal, but excited reaction

He would laugh loudly and hug you tightly, smiling up/down at you as you’re situated on his lap

He allow you to rest your head onto his shoulder in a loving manner

Bro literally can’t stop smiling the whole time you’re on his lap

You two just sit there in a joyful manner, hugging each other tightly while laughing and smiling casually

Rengoku definitely holds onto you as tight as he can after atleast 10 minutes of cuddling

He just can’t get enough, you’re too cute

Probably also presses an overwhelming amount of kisses to your cheek every 20-30 seconds

You can literally feel him smiling against your skin as he kisses you

“Y/N! We shall do this again after our next mission!”

Tengen is definitely the most suggestive and flirtatious with this

As soon as you take a seat on his thigh, he smirks and pulls you into him without hesitation

His arms are locked around your waist as he leans into you with a depraved expression

Constant teasing while you’re on him, no doubt about it

Like, he kisses you everywhere accessible, and grips your waist tighter

When you’re on his thigh, he moves his thigh up and down a little, and helps move your waist back and forth against him

Basically allows you to grind on him if you’re okay with it

Teases you by leaning back and placing his arms to rest against a nearby surface as you keep your movements against him up

“Come on Y/N, don’t keep me waiting.”

Giyuu is quite calm and unfazed when you sit on his lap, similar to Gyomei

He just sits back, and occasionally rests his hands onto your waist or shoulders

Poor guy hasn’t had much affection, and is hella disliked so he just stays quiet the whole time

But, he does hold you tightly. It may not be something huge, but you can feel his affection and love in his embrace

Rests his head onto your shoulder

His breathing is calm and slow against your skin as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, with his chin situated between your shoulder and collarbone.

If you try to get up, he’ll let you, but not before asking you to hold him a bit longer

Maybe, just maybe, he’ll smile against you if he feels comfortable with your body pressed against his on his lap

“Y/N…I love you. Don’t leave me, please.”

Obanai remains silent, but it’s no secret that he’s flustered.

He looks away bashfully and squeezes his eyes shut, trying to avoid eye contact with you since it’s too embarrassing for him

He sighs heavily, trying to maintain his composure with you literally seated on his lap

His face is tinted a bright red, not even his bandaged mouth can hide the heavy blush dusting his cheeks

When you look over, you can literally see Kaburamaru giving Obanai a “you’re a fucking pussy” type stare

I guess that causes him to finally look at you and make eye contact

When he does gain some sort of confidence, he rests his hands onto your shoulders, and eventually wraps his arms around your torso, pulling you closer

He pulls you a little too close- putting you chest to chest with him, and his arms locked around you tightly and squeezing you

If you point out the fact that he’s hugging you too tight, he’ll get embarrassed and quietly apologize, before loosening his grip around you

Just let the man hug you and tough it out okay

“I- Y/N…I’m at a loss for words..?”

A/N: hehheehhe did y’all miss me I’m back <3

I’ll come clean and admit- although I came back recently, I have been writing shit for myself the past week or so?

OKAY DONT BLAME ME I NEED TO THERE ARE NO GOOD FANFICS THAT ARE WELL WRITTEN OR HAVE ANY EMOTION I NEEDA TAKE MATTERS IJTO MY OWN HANDS LMFAOAOS 😭

[rafedarling]

your last one shot about them being actors was so fun!! do you know how vogue or gq does those how well do you know your partner video? maybe they could do it? or the reader does a vogue beauty secrets video and rafe intervenes accidentally

oooooh that’s a great ideas anon, thank you for send in!!

𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐦

pairing: rafe cameron x actress!reader summary: vogue invites you to participate in their popular “secret beauty” series, where you’ll share your personal beauty routine on camera. filming alone in the comfort of your home, you’re deep into your routine when your husband, rafe, accidentally interrupts the shoot. what follows is a light-hearted and playful exchange between the two of you, filled with the kind of easy affection and banter that defines your relationship. rafe’s unexpected appearance adds a layer of fun and warmth to the video, showcasing not only your beauty secrets but also the loving dynamic between you and rafe. warning: english is not my native language. fluff au: like, reblog and comment are much appreciated. discussion can be send through my ask box, please feel free to send in anything. a sequel to “love, fame and the future” but can be read as a stand alone one-shot. taglist

Afternoon sun streamed through the windows of your living room, casting a warm glow over the sleek, modern décor that you and Rafe had carefully chosen together. The space was quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional distant chirp of birds outside. You were alone-well, almost alone-getting ready to film a special “Secret Beauty” video for Vogue.

You’d been thrilled when the invitation came through. As an actor, you were used to being in front of the camera, but this was different. This was personal, an opportunity to share a side of yourself that fans rarely got to see. And doing it in the comfort of the home you shared with Rafe made it even more special.

The crew had sent over the necessary equipment the day before, but you’d opted to set everything up yourself. It felt more intimate that way, just you and the camera. You’d arranged a small vanity area in the corner of the living room, where the light was best. Your collection of beauty products, everything from skincare to makeup was neatly laid out in front of you.

You did a quick check to make sure the camera was positioned correctly, framing the scene just as you wanted. Satisfied, you hit record, flashing a bright smile at the lens.

“Hi, everyone! I’m Y/n Cameron, and welcome to my Vogue Secret Beauty video. Today, I’m going to be sharing my everyday beauty routine with you all. This is what I do to keep my skin looking fresh and my makeup natural, especially when I’m off set or just hanging out at home.”

You reached for the first product on your vanity, a gentle cleanser. “So, I always start with a good cleanse. It’s really important to make sure your skin is clean before you do anything else. I’ve been using this cleanser for a while now, it’s super gentle and doesn’t dry out my skin.”

As you explained, you began applying the cleanser, massaging it into your skin with gentle, circular motions. “I usually spend about a minute doing this, making sure I get every part of my face.”

Once you were satisfied, you reached for a soft towel, patting your face dry. “Next up is toner. This one’s great because it helps balance my skin’s pH and preps it for the rest of my routine. I just put a few drops on a cotton pad and gently sweep it across my face.”

You demonstrated, moving the cotton pad across your skin with care. “It’s really refreshing and makes my skin feel super smooth.”

You paused, letting the toner absorb, and then reached for your favorite serum. “Okay, so this is one of my must-haves. It’s a vitamin C serum that brightens my skin and helps with any dark spots. I just take a few drops and press it into my skin, focusing on areas that need a little extra love.”

As you applied the serum, you glanced at the camera, flashing a playful smile. “Rafe actually loves this stuff too, even though he won’t admit it.”

You laughed softly at the thought, your mind wandering to your husband. He was out at the moment, running some errands, but you knew he’d be back soon. Knowing Rafe, there was a good chance he’d come back while you were still filming, which could make for an interesting and probably hilarious outtake.

“Alright, now that the serum is on, I’m going to follow up with my moisturizer,” you continued, reaching for the jar. “This is super important, especially after applying a serum. It locks in all that goodness and keeps your skin hydrated.”

You scooped out a small amount of the moisturizer and began applying it in gentle upward strokes. “I like to use something lightweight during the day, so it doesn’t feel too heavy under makeup.”

You were just finishing up with the moisturizer when you heard the faint sound of the front door opening and closing. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized Rafe must be back. You kept filming, wondering if he’d notice you were in the middle of something.

Just as you were about to reach for your eye cream, you heard his voice from the hallway. “Babe? I’m back! You won’t believe the traffic out there—”

He appeared in the doorway, stopping short when he saw the camera. His eyes widened slightly in surprise, and then a slow grin spread across his face.

“Am I interrupting something?” Rafe asked, clearly amused.

You couldn’t help but laugh, turning to face him. “Just a little. I’m filming my Vogue beauty routine.”

Rafe’s grin widened as he walked over, leaning against the doorframe. “Oh, so this is the famous ‘Secret Beauty’ routine? I’ve been dying to know what goes into it.”

“Really?” you teased, raising an eyebrow. “You already know most of it. You’ve borrowed half these products at some point.”

He chuckled, moving closer to inspect the array of products on the vanity. “I might have. You’ve got good taste, what can I say?”

You shook your head, still smiling. “Well, since you’re here, do you want to help me with the rest of it? The viewers might enjoy a little guest appearance.”

Rafe looked at the camera, then back at you, feigning a thoughtful expression. “Hmm, I don’t know. Do I have to do anything?”

“Not really,” you said, reaching for your eye cream. “Just look pretty and maybe pass me a couple of things.”

He laughed at that, pulling up a chair next to you. “Alright, I think I can manage that.”

You grinned at the camera, happy to have Rafe by your side. “So, where were we? Oh, right-eye cream. This is essential, especially on days when I haven’t had enough sleep. Just a tiny bit under each eye to help with puffiness and dark circles.”

You dabbed the cream under your eyes as you explained. Rafe watched with interest, occasionally glancing at the camera as if to check if he was doing it right.

“And now,” you said, setting the eye cream down, “we’re moving on to the makeup. I like to keep it light and natural, especially when I’m just hanging out at home.”

Rafe reached for the foundation, holding it up like a game show host presenting a prize. “This is the one, right?”

You laughed, taking it from him. “Yep, that’s the one. It’s really lightweight and gives just enough coverage without feeling heavy.”

As you applied the foundation, Rafe watched, leaning in occasionally to make funny faces at the camera behind your back, which you noticed only through the camera’s reflection. You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help laughing.

“Okay, now for some concealer,” you said, reaching for the small tube. “This just goes on any spots that need a little extra coverage.”

Rafe nodded sagely, as if he were learning some deep, important secret. “You know, I’ve got a spot right here,” he said, pointing to a non-existent blemish on his cheek.

You playfully pushed him away. “Very funny.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to learn,” he protested with a grin.

“Sure you are,” you said, blending in the concealer. “Alright, now for a bit of bronzer to warm up the face.”

Rafe picked up the bronzer and handed it to you with a flourish. “Your bronzer, madam.”

You accepted it with a mock curtsey. “Thank you, kind sir.”

As you dusted the bronzer along your cheekbones and forehead, Rafe looked on, clearly entertained. You could tell he was enjoying himself, which made you even more relaxed and playful.

“Next, some blush for a bit of color,” you said, swirling the brush in the blush compact. “Just a little on the apples of the cheeks.”

Rafe tilted his head, studying your technique. “Looks good. You missed a spot, though.”

You paused, mid-swipe, giving him a look. “Really?”

He leaned in, brushing his thumb lightly across your cheek. “Right… here.”

His touch was soft, and you felt your breath hitch slightly, caught off guard by the sudden tenderness. He pulled back with a satisfied smile, leaving you a little flustered, but in a good way.

“Thanks,” you managed, giving him a playful shove. “Now, let’s finish up with some mascara and a bit of lip balm.”

Rafe picked up the mascara, twirling it between his fingers before handing it to you. “Be careful with this one. It’s dangerous.”

You laughed, carefully applying the mascara to your lashes. “I’ll try not to poke my eye out.”

Once your makeup was finished, you reached for your lip balm, applying a quick swipe across your lips. “And that’s it! My secret beauty routine are simple, natural, and easy enough that even Rafe could do it.”

Rafe, who had been leaning back in his chair with a smug grin, feigned mock offense. “Hey, I might just take that as a challenge. Next time, I’ll show you how it’s really done.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh, really? I’d love to see that.”

He smirked, leaning closer to the camera as if sharing a secret. “Maybe we should film a ‘Rafe Cameron Beauty Routine’ next. Show everyone how I maintain this rugged charm.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the idea, shaking your head. “I’m sure your fans would love that. You know, maybe we should actually do it. Could be fun.”

Rafe’s eyes lit up at the thought, clearly entertained by the idea. “You’re on. But you have to be my assistant. I can’t possibly do it alone.”

You grinned, nudging him playfully. “Deal. But only if you promise not to turn it into a comedy routine.”

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer. “No promises, but I’ll try to keep it professional.”

The two of you shared a quiet moment, your laughter fading into comfortable silence as you sat together, Rafe’s arm warm around you. The camera was still recording, capturing the easy affection between you, something that came naturally, whether the cameras were on or not.

Finally, you turned back to the camera, giving the viewers a warm smile. “Well, I think that’s a wrap for today. Thanks so much for joining me on this little behind-the-scenes look at my beauty routine. I hope you enjoyed it as much as we did.”

Rafe chimed in, his tone playful. “And remember, if you want a real beauty routine, stay tuned for the Rafe Cameron edition.”

You laughed, playfully shoving him again before waving at the camera. “Thanks for watching, everyone! See you next time!”

With that, you reached over and hit the stop button, ending the recording. The red light on the camera blinked off, signaling the end of the shoot. You leaned back in your chair, feeling a sense of accomplishment and a bit of relief that it had all gone smoothly, well, almost.

Rafe stood up, stretching his arms over his head with a satisfied grin. “Not bad, Mrs. Cameron. You’re a natural in front of the camera.”

You smiled up at him, feeling a warm flush at the way he called you by your married name. “Well, I’ve had a bit of practice. But I think you might have stolen the show.”

He chuckled, reaching down to pull you up from your chair. “Hey, I’m just here to support my wife. And maybe sneak in a little screen time.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately, letting him pull you into a hug. “You know, you actually made it a lot more fun. I’m glad you interrupted.”

Rafe’s smile softened as he looked down at you, his hands resting comfortably on your waist. “Yeah? I’m glad too. It’s nice to be part of these little moments with you.”

You rested your head against his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath your ear. “Me too. I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.”

For a few moments, the two of you just stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside your home feeling miles away. It was in these quiet moments that you were reminded of just how lucky you were to have found someone who understood you so completely, who made every moment, whether big or small does feel special.

Rafe finally broke the silence, his voice soft and teasing. “So, how about we celebrate our first Vogue feature with some takeout and a movie? Maybe we can critique my on-camera skills.”

You laughed, pulling back to look up at him. “That sounds perfect. But I think you might just be a natural.”

He grinned, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Only because I have the best partner.”

With that, the two of you started to clean up the vanity, chatting and joking as you put away the beauty products. The light in the room was starting to fade as the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over everything.

As you worked together, you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of contentment. This was your life now, a life full of love, laughter, and the kind of everyday moments that made everything else worthwhile. And as long as you had Rafe by your side, you knew that every day would be an adventure, filled with more joy than you ever thought possible.

[fanged-fanfics]

Hello! I hope you're doing alright and that you're getting plenty of rest. I've recently discovered your blog, and I love your one shots that I've read so far. I've read your Macaque x GN reader with a baby (which is cute, btw), but I was wondering if you could do one with Sun Wukong as well? Maybe in this one, while little baby is watching their daddy and MK train and witnessing Sun do an impressive move, the baby excitedly calls out Dada to him. Cue the proud, teary-eyed papa flinging them high in the air (but not too high), happy that he is their first word, while GN reader watches on, also proud of their little one

🧡👑 Little Peach Speaks — Wukong x Parent!GN Reader Fic 👑🧡

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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For quite a while, parenting wasn't something Wukong was sure he was going to do. His strongest memories of interactions with kids were the likes of Nezha and Red Boy. Both of which were mainly him fighting them violently, which did not give a good start to potential parenting. MK was a much better example of his capabilities, even if the kid was more like a little brother. Still, it wasn't perfect, but he had slowly warmed up to the idea as the years went by.

You, however, had changed a lot of that. With you by his side, he was able to feel comfort and reassurance that he had been missing. Learning to communicate with you strengthened his confidence, and after a good long while, you both agreed to have your little cub. Wukong stuck to the ideal immediately, imprinting as a father onto the cub the second they were born. He may not be perfect (he was used to the FFM cubs, which were more durable and a lot closer to keeping up with him), but several hours of watching you tend to the cub with wide and damp eyes helped him greatly.

Taking the cub along for training with MK didn't initially seem like a good idea. The training, of course, usually didn't get too bad, but there was sufficient flinging and big heroic tricks that made the area of the dojo dedicated to it one to tread with caution. So, to keep out of harm's way, you were given a special spot a few feet from where the training would actually take place, fit with you own special chair and a side mini table to rest your belongings. You were gently bouncing the little cub in your lap, the baby awake and alert. They looked around with their wide and curious eyes, taking in all the colors and new shapes the dojo provided. The gentle feeling of warm sun rays was also good for them. You had a steady hand around the cub, balancing and watching them closely.

Your eyes occasionally flicked to the scuffle ahead, seeing the two lads train tirelessly as always. You smiled, hearing your cub coo in their direction. You sat them on your lap, sitting up straighter. "I know you can't see it very well, but that gold blurr right there is your baba" you explained. The cub babbled softly, and you chuckled as you gently pet their fuzzy little head. "He's always a busy monkey. But he's training the next hero, you know" you explained. You were aware this was mostly you talking to the air, but your cub had their little eyes latched onto the training session. So you pretended they were old enough to understand, if only for a little humor. "He does this to protect you, little sprout. To protect all the people of the city. He's a very strong hero"

The cub had their fist in their mouth, gumming at it absentmindedly. You gently pulled it out for them, rubbing the itty bitty paw with a cleaning rag you had prepped. As you did so, the cub stared steadily ahead. Wukong pushed off of an attempted staff swing from MK, doing a backflip in the air before landing on his prehensile tail. He chuckled as MK stumbled back, leaning on his knees with wheezing pants. "Good job, bud! Getting a liiittle faster!" He beamed proudly. "It doesn't feel like it" MK complained with an irritated pout. Wukong chuckled, stretching his arms and rolling his shoulders before getting into a battle stance again. "That means it's working! If this was easy, it wouldn't be good training". MK groaned, spinning the staff around. After a quick chug from a nearby water bottle (one of your ideas), he shook his head before crouching as well.

Before either could charge, Wukong's ears picked up on a very small and struggled out, "Dada!". His head whipped around in your direction, seeing you looking down at your cub surprised. Wukong narrowly missed an attempted hit by MK by immediately zipping to your side, leaving the successor to fumble. "Did they-?" Wukong asked, and you nodded "They did, I swear! Just now". Wukong kneeled down, level with his cub "Can you say it again, little peach? Please? For dad?". The baby giggled, leaning forwards and putting a tiny paw on his nose and chirping out a "Dada!"

Wukong's face lit up like the sun, scooping the cub from your lap in a swift motion. He tossed them up in the air, but kept in mind his strength, catching them immediately "Yes!! Dada, that's right! Oh, good job, little peach! That's so perfect" he said, voice full of vibrant joy "Can you say 'baba'?". "Abbppt.. bb... daba!" The cub babbled. Wukong tucked them into his chest, nuzzling his cheek into the top of their head "Good enough! Oh, you're so smart already! You're gonna be the next Great Sage, huh?" He cooed. You stepped up, a hand on his shoulder as you pet the cub's chubby left cheek "Such a smart little blossom" you said gently, chuckling as you noticed a tear pricking Wukong's eye. He gave the cub a kiss on their head, before kissing your cheek "They're perfect, sunshine" he said, before adding in a teasing tone, "Told ya I'd be who they said first". You gave him a playful light nudge, heart full of pride as you looked at your grinning cub.

"Uh.. Monkey King?" MK asked nervously "Should I... go, or-?"

[noturfavartist]

Arcane Characters & an S/O with Chronic Pain/Illness

Fandom: Arcane (League of Legends, Riot Games, 2021) Core Relationship: Reader x Jinx, Reader x Vi, Reader x Caitlyn, Caitlyn x Reader x Vi, Reader x Jayce, Reader x Viktor, Jayce x Reader x Viktor, Reader x Sevika. Romantic. Genre & Disclaimers: Comfort, Fluff, Second person (you/your pronouns used), contains discussions of disability and chronic illness. Take care of yourself and read at your own discretion <3 A/N: My own chronic pain is kicking my ass and I don't have the brain power to finish the Jinx fluff I've started :') that could also be the co-codamol too though.

Jayce

First and foremost, if you need still need medical investigation, then Jayce is immediately finding the best practitioners to handle your care. No questions or hesitation, just the best specialists in the country.

Of all of the characters in this list, he's probably the best at massages already and knows exactly how to do it to ease your pain if that's something that heps you. He's a mamas boy, and his mama raised him RIGHT - he knows what he's doing.

He talks to Viktor about anything he isn't sure about with your condition first - he wants to understand and help, but he also doesn't want to make you feel like you're spoon-feeding him on how to help care for you and does his best to figure out how to do it himself.

This man is soppy puppy incarnate, seeing you in a lot of pain during bad days/flare-ups breaks his heart and if he had it his way, he'd keep you cuddled up in bed with him. On the off occasion that he can get away with it, he does - he's practically glued to you, keeping you tangled in the sheets and pressing tender kisses to your face as you snuggle.

Uses his smithing and engineering skills to develop and build any mobility aids you may need and goes the extra mile to customise them and suit them to you exactly. Absolutely engraves sweet little messages into everything he creates for you.

Wherever your pain is, he will always kiss you there any chance he gets. If it's somewhere below the belt, obviously, he only does it in private even if it isn't sexual. If it's anywhere higher - headaches, upper back, shoulders, neck - then he kisses those spots any chance he gets regardless of where you are.

While he usually prefers to work late in the lab, the second you complain about any ache or pain at the end of a long day - even breathe in a way that implies you're in pain - then he's off like a rocket and immediately at your side to love on you until you fall asleep.

Vitktor

Y'all are both chronically ill, of everyone on this list he'll understand you and your problems the most. The only issue is balancing who is actually giving the help and who is recieving it.

If you both have chronic fatigue, then the amount of naps you guys take together is through the roof. In the same vein, Viktor seems to have insomnia, so if you do too, then you guys cuddle up and chat all night. If you don't have insomnia, he will talk to you until you fall asleep to the sound of his voice or vice-versa.

No concept of personal space, and I swear it's related - he's comfortable leaning on you to take weight off his legs if need be and allows you to do the same when you need it. He will also rub your shoulders and neck whenever he passes you by or gets close enough.

If you're a wheelchair user, much like Jayce, he will design and build the perfect electric chair for you suited to all your measurements and intended to be as easy for you to use as possible.

If you tend to forget any meds you need to take, Viktor will remember on your behalf. If it's one of his good days, he brings you breakfast in bed alongside your medications.

JayVik Polycule

Double trouble, baby - no neglecting yourself with these two around! Viktor will try to talk you into resting first on his own, but if that fails, Jace comes in and picks you up to drag you to bed for rest.

Work together on the custom mobility aids they end up designing and building for you, it takes them about half as long to make and with two people developing it, it ends up being completely perfect for you and your needs.

If you would usually use a body pillow to sleep, Jayce and Viktor would effectively replace it. You sleep in-between them every night, and both men have found the best way to lie, so all three of you are comfortable at night. Viktor buries his face against you while Jayce kisses your face.

If you have insomnia, Jayce and Viktor will just talk amongst themselves until you fall asleep and absentmindedly rub your sides and back or brush your hair.

Sevika

As much as I love her, I do kinda take Sevika for the type who would struggle to empathise with others if she hasn't experienced something for herself - if you're together before she loses her arm, she really doesn't get your condition at all.

Pre-arm loss, she obviously takes care of you - she's your girlfriend, she's happy to do it and sees it as her job - but while she's helping you to bed or getting your meds for you, she'll rant about you being 'weak' or 'delicate'. She shuts up pretty quickly when you ask her to, but by the next flare-up, she's forgotten that she's not meant to say that.

After she loses her arm, she ends up with some chronic pain of her own - the explosion fried the nerves in her shoulder, and the neuralgia is absolutely awful. Finally, she gets the problem, and she's absolutely shocked that you don't complain more. She definitely has a lot more sympathy for you when she realises how much you really go through.

If you ever consider taking shimmer to manage your pain before she loses her arm, she'll talk you out of it for fear of how the addiction will affect you. After she loses her arm and uses shimmer for herself, she's less aggressive with her disagreement but still tries to talk you out of it.

She's a very strong woman - if your pain flares when you walk or stand, she'll carry you regardless of whatever build you have. She's learnt to read your face extremely well, so she can see every pained microexpressipm and will just lift you into her arms whenever she can see that you've run out of spoons.

She's not the best at massages or being gentle, but she does learn whatever your preferred massage techniques are to ease your pain. She makes a point of doing at least a short rubdown before you both go to bed to ensure your pain doesn't interrupt your sleep.

If she finds you overexerting yourself, she doesn't let that fly for very long - again, strong woman. You're over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes within seconds and being hauled off to bed.

Jinx

Does she understand your condition? No, not really. At least, not before season 2 - before she began to slow down a little bit and begun doing better mentally, she didn't really have the patience to learn about it. Later down the line, after finding and beginning to care for Isha, she apologised for her disregard and asked to know more about it.

If you use a wheelchair and allow her to do it, she would absolutely build a small platform to stand on the back of your wheelchair to ride on the back like a scooter sometimes. Same vein with the wheelchair, she would be obsessed with sitting in your lap constantly.

Regardless of whatever mobility aid or medical device you use - a brace, crutches, a cane, a wheelchair, compression garments, anything - she will absolutely paint on them for you in her iconic style.

Her lab while she was living with Silco and her hideout later down the line weren't the most accessible places in the world, so she ends up making sure the stairs aren't too steep or that there are ramps. She also ensures there are plenty of hammocks and chairs for you to use wherever she works so you can comfortably be with her when she's busy.

If you're having a flare-up or a bad day, she'll handle all your self-care for you - brush and braid your hair if it's long enough, helping you clean your teeth and face, even painting your nails and doing extended skincare in your bed to ensure nothing is missed.

If you use a body pillow to sleep, she will insist she gets her plushies too and claims it's the same thing. It's not something she negtiates on. On top of that, she also insists on falling asleep while cuddling and will try to fit between you and the body pillow to do it.

Vi

If strength training is something that helps manage your pain and condition, she is quick to help you put together a routine and maintain it for the sake of your health without making you feel bad for not being as strong or able as someone able-bodied people.

Frets over any comlaint from you - she knows your tolerance is high, and she knows your pain is near constant, so when you complain, she knows you're really going through it. She would drop everything at the first sign of things getting too much for you.

She does her best to take your word for it when you insist you don't need help - she has a habit of powering through her own struggles and she would hate to make you think she sees you as weak, but she also hates standing aside and watching the person she loves suffer in silence.

Vander taught her plenty of remedies when she was younger, so she always brings you teas and compresses and offers you massages or to press on pressure points in an effort to minimise your pain in the best ways she knows how.

She is hopeless at remembering your meds. She'll suddenly ask you if you've taken them hours after you're supposed to, and if you have, she sighs in relief and moves on. If you did forget, however, she makes a mad dash for the bathroom to get them for you to take.

Gets mildly frustrated if you sleep with a body pillow. She likes to hold you while you sleep, and when she can't, she struggles to sleep herself.

If you have insomnia, she insists that you sleep on her chest and listen to her heartbeat and breathing to help you drift off easier. She doesn't fall asleep until you do.

Caitlyn

Much like Jayce, she wastes no time at all finding the best possible medical personnel in Piltover to see to you and ensure your wellbeing.

Always assumes the worst, especially if your condition is autoimmune - every little complaint has her fretting over a sudden decline or another sickness making you unwell. You always have to remind her that certain aches and pains were normal for you.

If you have insomnia, Cait will let you rest your head in her lap and brush your hair until you fall asleep. More than once, you've woken up to find her sleeping sat up as a result.

If you need a body pillow to sleep, Cait ensures that you have the most lavish and perfect bedding and setup according to your personal wants and needs. You've had to remind her to dial it back and calm down with all the new pillows and bedding because she still needs space to sleep.

Not partcularly good at massages, but sometimes tries to give them for the sake of intimacy on your better days. On your worst days and when you need some more specialised care, she will find the best masseuse she can to take care of you and your pain.

If you wear compression garments, Cait commissions fashion designers to make the medically necessary clothing in the styles you love and wear most often so you don't need to choose between layering up your clothes and looking like a hospital patient in your day-to-day.

CaitVi Polycule

If you sleep with a body pillow, it's perfect for them - Vi tosses and turns in her sleep, Cait lies still, and it gets on her last nerve when Vi flails in her sleep. You act as a perfect buffer for them, so all three of you can happily share the bed.

Collectively fuss over you on your worst days - Vi knows best how to do your hair and make the perfect comfort food, and Cait ensures you get any meds on time and that your responsibilities for the day are seen to so you won't stress over it.

Given the kinds of things they've seen and Cait's own knowledge of Viktor's illness, they tend to get paranoid whenever you fall asleep - more than once, you've woken up to both women lying on your chest to listen to your heart and breathing. Just for peace of mind.

Cait is an early riser, but Vi likes to sleep in - Cait tends to get up early and make sure breakfast is ordered to your room before slipping back into bed with both you and Vi while the two of you are asleep. You typically wake up to Vi still groggy and Cait up and already in uniform as breakfast is being brought in.

[temiizpalace]

☆┊SHOPPING SPREE!

SUMMARY: finally having a day off and permission to leave the campus, you take your beloved boyfriend to the mall! where does he like to shop?

CHARACTERS: all dorms

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: none

NOTES: IM STILL WORKING ON EVEN REQUESTS I PROMISE! this is a brain kickstarter yk

reader is g/n, reader is yuu

SPORT STORES

as soon as you walked into the doors of the mall, his eyes dart towards the sporting goods store. he’ll go where you want to go, but give him like ten seconds pretty please? just a peek at the sportswear! in order to stay fit and look continuously good for you, this is a mandatory stop. and as expected, he looked at running shoes, windbreaker jackets, sports balls (don’t be immature) ((i am immature and did that on purpose)), water bottles, everything. he bought matching sports gear for the two of you so you can work out together! don’t worry, don’t worry, it won’t be too difficult. now, where did you want to go? holding your shopping bags adds to his workout so please don’t hold back. shop to your hearts content.

deuce, jack, epel, silver, sebek

CLOTHING STORES

knowing that you wanted to go to the mall opened a gateway of opportunity for him. what you may ask? well, malls have clothing stores. this means not only can he buy outfits for himself, he can also buy outfits for you! if you’re comfortable with that of course. if you are comfortable with that, he’s giddily going through clothing racks, presenting you an outfit that has a balanced mix of both your own and his style. Seeing you wear the outfit was just breathtaking, he could cry. if you didn’t feel comfortable with him picking your outfits, please pick his. he’ll wear whatever you buy! to him, it doesn’t matter. there was something just so intimate buying outfits for each other.. (along with other purchases, you guys bought cheesy matching couple shirts)

ace, cater, jade, kalim, rook, malleus

DESIGNER BRANDS

he immediately walked towards the expensive side of the store and almost gave you a heart attack. like ??? hello?? you forget he’s rich sometimes. he doesn’t mind paying for you, that’s actually the least of his worries. stop being shy and just take the damn card. he’ll cover everything so go enjoy yourself. he just so casually purchases expensive jewelry likes it’s nothing, baffling you to see how nonchalant he is about his money. he bought you such an extensive wardrobe. designer shirts, pants, shoes, you name it and he’s got it. he takes pride in the fact he can buy such expensive things for you because you get to rely on him. not in a controlling way, but in a way to let you know you’re not alone and he’s here to help. so anyways here’s a $80,000 thaumark sunglasses kit.

leona, azul (lowkey cried looking at his budget), kalim, vil, malleus

ALT/POP-CULTURE STORES* (??)

skips all the clothing stores and designer stores and walks straight into hot topic (or stores similar). look, this is his kinda store. judge all you want (please don’t) but he’s going inside to purchase whatever the flip he wants. oh my gosh, something even slightly tying to his interest? purchase. something slightly tying to your interest? yes he’ll take the entire stock. wanted to get you anything and everything. he bought tons of shirts and stuff for you guys to share and trade so spoiler alert but next sleepovers gonna be pretty crazy. he thinks it’s cool to see you talk about stuff you like, so taking you to a store that has pretty much everything you’ve ever watched? you’ll be rambling for hours! he’s all in! of course, he’ll get his own fair share in. thank god you don’t think he’s a weirdo tho.

cater, jade, idia, lilia, malleus

ANYWHERE YOU GO

he’s down for literally anything. take him anywhere and he’ll be happy. this gentlemen carries all of your bags for you and takes you wherever you wish to go. clothing store? you’ll look good in anything. let’s go. sports store? always good to stay active. let’s go. designer brands? you’ll look stunning. just overall he’s happy so long as your happy, the location won’t matter much to him. even if you offer for him to decide, he respectfully declines and encourages you to pick another spot. he just loves you!!

riddle, floyd, kalim, jamil, rook, ortho, lilia

STRAIGHT TO THE FOOD COURT

as soon as he smelt the aroma of food in the air, he’s gone. he made a straight beeline towards the food court and intends to stay the course. shopping can wait, he needs to eat. he must admit it’s not as good as the food at nrc, but it’s wayyy better than nothing. he must build energy, who knows how long he’ll be inside that mall! fast food can only be so good for so long, so now he’s slowly regretting not going into an actual restaurant but he already paid so he’ll suck it up. after he finishes eating tho, you’re free to go wherever you please. just give him a breather he ate too much.

trey, ruggie, azul, jade, epel, lilia

A/N: this is ASS

date published: 9/24/24

© temiizpalace — do not copy, steal, or put my work into ai. thank you!

[obsessedwrhys]

I was wondering if I could request a Leo or/and Donnie x reader. (I don’t know if you do multiple- if you don’t- super sorry! Just do whichever one you feel in the mood to do) where if someone runs a finger through their hair or scratches for scalp they just melt? Like full on limp- very easy to make reader stop overworking themselves, cuddle with them, just get them to sleep, ya know! Hope that makes sense lol!

DISASTER TWINS X TOUCHSTARVED!READER

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ fluff, no angst, reader is gn!! (I didn't know what to name this headcanon 🤷🏻‍♀️)

LEO

You just know being with this man means being constantly showered with affection.

That's why you two are easily the perfect pair.

Everytime you find yourself stressed from your work, he could feel his senses kicking in from a mile away. Before you know it, he's already by your side to provide emotional support.

"Alright alright!! Time to take a break!! Chop chop!!" He'd shoo you out of the chair and drag you to his bed.

He knows how hard your work is, at least he does from the things April has told him. That's why he goes over the top when helping you unwind.

Back massages, feet rubs, and your favourite, head massages. Dude would definitely purchase body oil for you. The way he so delicately runs his hands through your hair while also making sure he applies just enough force for it to be soothing. You couldn't help but hum happily.

Those noises being signs that he's doing things just right!!

Apart from that, if you were to finish your work, he would definitely reward you by buying all your favourite snacks while also cuddling together to watch a show you've been meaning to start.

But if you're too tired. He'd just play your comfort songs as you guys just cuddle to sleep.

He has a ton of playlists that contains your favourite songs.

You could ask him about that one song you don't remember the name to and he'll instantly know which one you were talking about.

He likes to brag about having such a hard working partner to his brothers.

Like pleaseeee you wish you could get lucky like me 🤭

Of course he's not fine with you overworking yourself. That's a huge no no for him.

If you were to object his idea of taking a break, this man will straight up kneel down and rest his head on your lap like a dog desperate for your attention. He wouldn't stop sighing or making sad noises until you've given in.

He knows you like physical touch so if you ever liked, he wouldn't mind keeping you company as you worked, which most of the time resulted in him falling asleep on the table.

He just wants to be apart of it okay!!! You like to tell him he's doing a good job even though he doesn't do much but play with the pencil by trying to balance it on his nose.

100% cutie patootie

DONNIE

Now this man don't play around.

If you tell him you need to get the work done on time then this man will help you make sure it's done on time.

He's extremely helpful, he watches as you work but he won't intervene unless you request for his assistance. That's because he wants you to grow and solve things by yourself.

However if he were to see you start to burn out from frustration, he'd suggest you guys to take a break which he likes to call "Coffee break"

Do not ever say no to coffee break because this man will talk you to tears by justifying about a topic you strongly disagree on.

He'd brew you both a cup of coffee, but if you happen not to be into caffeine then tea will do.

Since he's aware of how you seem to shut off your mind from physical touch, he would cuddle with you as he just scratches your scalp. The way your eyes flutter close makes him smile to himself.

As someone who also struggles with burn outs, he would hate for the same to happen to you. Yeah sure he doesn't take care of himself that well but that doesn't mean he'll let that happen to you!!!

If you are ever too exhausted, he'd offer to wash your hair for you. You know like those things they have at the saloon where you lay down and put your hair in the open sink thingy (im lazy to find the name)? Yeah he'd definitely make one in his lab just for your personal use.

He would 1000% watch tutorials online to give you that sensational experience.

Everytime you guys cuddle to sleep, you would still be a little awake to feel his hands tracing the features on your face. This habit of his pretty much became a routine that you have a harder time of sleeping if he isn't caressing your face.

He likes to reward you with kisses on the forehead everytime you get your work done. But that's not all, he'd always invent something new just for you. He may or may not have caught a sneak peek of your wishlist, and since some of the things you've wished for can be easily made by him. Why not save that money and let him do his magic?

He surprises you each time with the gifts and you are grateful every time.

Cuddles during movie night is a must!! I don’t know why but I just have a feeling this man probably has like a small cinema hidden in his lab.

You guys would always watch any TV series together, like one will not continue on to the next episode without the other there to watch it with them.

His cuddles are the best when you guys are watching romance movies. Especially during a romantic scene. His body would scoot closer to yours without him even realising. His arms around your body tightening slightly as he nuzzles his face a bit onto your skin.

100% supportive bf

[trippinsorrows]

fears

authors note: in the initial oneshot, solana was six weeks pregnant. cody's attack took place two weeks after said oneshot, placing her at eight weeks. as of this oneshot, solana and the kids have been in american samoa with roman for almost a month, so she's just about three months pregnant.

also, this is roman's pov.

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The feel of her hand, so much smaller than mine, stills. When walking alongside her becomes me standing almost in front of her, her small feet planted into the ground, submerged into and under the sand.

Frowning, I allow the surfboard under one arm to fall onto that same sand. Crouching down so I’m eye to eye with her, the sight of her frowning makes my own deepen. My hand reaches to push back some of the curls that have escaped the high bun Solana put her hair into earlier this morning.

“What’s wrong, Kaydence?”

Her mouth shifts into a pout as she points to the water behind me. I look over my shoulder to see the sight of a seagull flying over the cerulean waves that slap against the sand. Glancing back over at her just in time to see her shaking her head. “It’s so big….”

The lowest chuckle, my thumb gently brushing over her cheek. “That’s the ocean, Kay. Big and limitless. No beginning. No end.”

Her frown returns, her voice soft and unsure. “What if we get lost?”

My small smile is perhaps not as comforting as I’d like it to be, but there’s something so innocent about her question. Something that just makes sense for her. “We won’t, Kay. I promise.”

Her lips press together as she looks down and then up at me, whispering, “I’m scared.”

A quiet sigh as I stroke her cheek once more. “I know.” A fear that extends to all large bodies of water. Solana said even when she put Kay and Kaiden in those classes for babies where they learn how to swim, Kaydence screamed the whole time, so inconsolable to where they had to stop. Kaiden did fine. Makes sense. He seems like he goes with the flow and seeks adventure.

Like me.

Kaydence, however, is the opposite. Quiet and passive, she prefers the silent and calm.

Like Sola.

“It’s okay to be scared,” I inform. She lifts her head, eyes on me, conveying an unspoken, really? “Everyone is scared of something.”

Her eyes flash with something. “What are you scared of?”

It’s not often that I don’t know what to say in a situation. How to respond. I’ve always been quick with it. With most things. And, maybe this is no different. Maybe I know exactly how to respond. What the answer is.

Doesn’t mean I’ll say it.

Especially not to her.

“A couple of things.” It’s a cop-out of an answer, but an answer, nonetheless. “But, sometimes doing what I’m scared of helps my fears to go away.”

Another glance of interest in her brown eyes. My eyes. “Really?”

I nod. “Really.”

She presses her lips together, pouting slightly, looking away. I take her in. She looks so much Solana when she does that. The spitting image. “You won’t let the water get me?”

Another chuckle, my hand shifting to the back of her neck, gentle and careful. “Never, sweetheart. Never.”

And finally, the return of her small smile, her hand tightening once again around mine.

I hadn’t even realized she never let go.

Getting her into the water is a bit of challenge, but an expected one. I have to hold her, her small arms around my neck, holding onto me, partially listening to my words of guidance, partially too into her head.

She gets that from Solana. That almost perfect balance of anxiety and attention. The goal, however, is for the latter to take the front seat until the former is no longer in the backseat.

And, it feels like a small victory when I’m able to get her to at least sit on the board. Her anxiety is palpable but not too consuming to where it prevents her from staying upright. I make sure to keep one hand on the board to keep her above water, the same way her hand remains wrapped around my wrist.

But, the more the water begins to drench and saturate, light waves slapping against the both of us, I see it, the shift from uncertainty to curiosity. See the way she gently reaches her little fingers into said water, making the smallest of circles. The way she giggles and looks over at me, announcing, “it’s so pretty!”

“Just like you,” I murmur, my own voice filled with something. “Just like your mom.”

And just like Solana, the faintest hint of pink on her cheeks, her complexion more tanned due to the time spent out in the sand. “Thank you.”

I don’t allow myself too long to think about the missing last part of that response. Or, why it even feels like it should be included in the first place.

Because it’s true.

Attention, however, is entirely focused on the task at hand when Kaydence shocks the hell out of me and is able to push past her fear to lay down on the board, her arms moving in the water, shifting it forward just enough for the movement to register. For her to realize what she’s doing.

The loudest, happiest gasp. She looks over at me, my hand still holding the board from the back for safety measures. “I did it!”

It’s impossible to not return her smile. “You sure did, sweetheart.”

Delight and merriment paints her face as she sits up on said board, reaching for me. It’s an easy thing to accept her back into my arms, my lips pressed against her wet temple. “Good job, honey.”

We’re barely back on land when she wiggles against me, clearly eager to be upright and on the ground, largely due to the sight of the latest arrival.

“Mommy, mommy, mommy!”

Solana’s light laughter is audible as she bends over, welcoming Kaydence who runs in her direction. “What, what, what?”

Kaydence waits until Solana has picked her up, clearly both uncaring of how Kay’s wet body soaks her dress. “I got in the water and surfeded!”

Solana gasps, but it’s not the feigned one. The type you do with kids for the sake of not wanting them to think you’re uncaring. She looks over at me, as if questioning what was just said.

I nod, confirming. “She did.”

Solana’s eyes flash with something unspoken but understandable. The conversation we’d had about Kaydence fear of water. What she’d told me.

“We’ve tried. Myself…Cody. She’s just too scared.”

I have to push thoughts of him away for the sake of maintaining my temper. Especially in front of them.

She may have been scared then, but not anymore.

“I’m so proud of you, baby,” Solana congratulates, breaking from her shock as she squeezes a giggling Kaydence, kissing her cheek. “My brave little girl.”

Kaydence hugs Solana back before announcing, “I gotta tell brother!”

It’s the way she refers to Kaiden as brother. I gotta ask Solana where that came from.

Solana lowers her back to the ground, pointing to the house. “He’s in there with Ava and Fetu.”

And just like that, Kaydence goes from happy to ecstatic. I see the way she takes a step, clearly headed for the house, only to make a beeline in my direction. It's a natural thing to drop to one knee as she throws her body against mine. The gesture easily becoming one of the single greatest moments to be forever held and remembered. The feel of her in my arms, the way she pulls back can cranes her head up, smiling brightly and beautifully. "Thank you!"

Innocent. Pure. Mine.

My daughter.

"You're welcome, Kaydence."

It's such a simple gesture. A hug. But, it means something.

It means everything.

She pulls away once more, turning back around. "Guys!" Kaydence starts racing towards the house, shouting, “I got in the water!”

Solana’s smile remains stapled, focused on Kay's retreating form. I walk over to her, taking in her relaxed appearance. No makeup, hair pulled back, thin sundress flowing from the light breeze.

The bruising on her face has healed up nicely, but slight discoloration remains, highlighted under the intense Samoan sun.

It’s when I’m in close enough proximity that she looks up at me, informing, “Kaiden wants to surf with you too, today. If you have time.”

An unnecessary request of sorts. I’d already planned to take him out.

“Of course.” It’s a bit of an involuntary action, not intentional and certainly not planned. The way my hand moves to the front of her dress, the water on my palms sticking to the cotton of her dress that settles against the small swell of her stomach. I’m not sure what I expect her to do or to say. I just know that when she doesn’t say anything, even as she keeps her gaze on me, bottom lip dipping just enough, as if preparing to say something, that her deviation surprises me.

The way she moves her hand over mine.

And doesn’t move it.

[screamingintotheneverendingvoid]

Graduation Night xx

John Carter x nurse!reader

Summary: John missed his graduation but you two don’t let it ruin your night.

note: this is just a bit of a part 2 to what I wrote the other day but I feel like it can also be read on its own. Also I did not reread it because I very much am of the mind set that if I reread it, I don’t know if I’ll post it because I am a weenie. So I apologize for whatever errors probably await. I tried to keep it as gender neutral and vague as possible for everyone’s enjoyment but it’s does reference heels and hair that can be shaken out of a fancy style. This is also just fluff, just very much fluffy as a cloud fluff.

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“John, you’re going to drop me!!” You could barely get your words out though giggles that you tried to keep quiet as your boyfriend, very valiantly and maybe a little ill advised, picked you up at the end of his apartments hallway to throw you over his shoulder after you had finally decided to take your heels off knowing you where close enough to his place for them to be safely taken off.

After missing John’s graduation, spending time with TC and finally pulling him away from the ER, saying it was well into the night was an understatement but the two of you didn’t mind. You had swung by a pizza place that stayed open all hours of the night to grab a box before headed to his place. It’s where you spent most of your time these days, anyway.

“John, the pizza is going to be a mess, you nearly have it turned sideways!” You swatted at his back with your free hand as you watched him with the box tucked under one arm in the most peculiar position.

“It’s fine, I have it under control, I’m a doctor now, after-“

The two had almost made it to the door too, when that beautiful klutz of a man nearly dropped everything he was carrying, you included, but in re-finding his balance he secured you, pulling you back over his shoulder and into his arms. Though, that left the pizza to fall lid first onto the ground.

You glanced over at it before looking up at your boyfriend’s big brown eyes, seeing they were already crinkled at the edges, and his lips pulled into an apologetic smile but you can’t help but burst into a new round of giggles, resting your forehead against his chest. You felt him laugh along with you as he wrapped his arms around your waist, and as much as you wanted to stay in the moment, you picked your head up, hand snaking into his pocket to take out his keys, he watched in interest as you did so.

“I’ll get the door unlocked and you get the pizza. It might be mostly stuck to the box but we can probably salvage it. Plus, I might have a little surprise for you.”

You bounced on the heel of your foot, leaned up to plant a quick kiss on his lips, but he lingered, to make it last a little longer than you’d intended, then sweetly kissed your cheek, “A surprise? I like the sound of that.”

You roll your eyes playfully before pulling yourself away for good this time and leaving him with the pizza box and walking a few more steps to the door. Unlocking the door with ease and pushing it open. Going in and leaving it cracked behind you, assured John would be not far behind, because you really did want to get his surprise ready. Also you wanted to get out of this fancy outfit as soon as possible. One thing at a time.

You drop your heels by the door and immediately head for his closet, determined to find his most comfortable hoodie.

You hear him close the door and head towards the kitchen.

You pick out one of the most worn out looking ones, but it also looks comfortable and smells just like him. It’s dark blue and any writing it might’ve had on it seems to had faded but you don’t mind and start stripping off the fancy clothes you had worked very hard to pick out, and even shake out the hairstyle you had spent way too much time on this morning. Once it’s all done, you slip the hoodie over your head, at the same time you hear a sigh of disappointment, and look over to see John.

“So getting to take off that gorgeous outfit of yours wasn’t the surprise?”

He was clearly joking as he said it, well maybe, but he was changed now too, must have gone off to the bathroom and was now wearing just red plaid pajama pants, no shirt and biting into a piece of pizza after he spoke.

“Oh, you think you’re cute, but if you thought you were getting anywhere near that outfit with greasy pizza hands, Doctor Carter, after I spent way too much of my measly little nurses check on it, you have another thing coming.” You thought for a moment about throwing a pillow at his goofy grinning face, which only grew wider the more you spoke, and maybe a little cocky at you specifically using his title, but thought better of it at least for the moment.

“Just sit on the bed, while I grab the actual surprise, you goof.” You moved from the closet to a corner of the room where your dark blue overnight duffle bag sat, a little disheveled from when you had last been inside it, you bent down and dug inside, pushing aside the clothes you had carefully cushioned around the neatly wrapped silver box with a pretty red bow around it. Picking it up, you swallowed hard, shaking off any nerves you had that he might not like this gift. You originally thought you’d be the last one giving him a gift after a day of family and friends giving them to him, so your little gift would be fine in the sea of things he was bound to get, but then the day didn’t quite go as planned and now your gift was one of the only he was getting and you couldn’t help the tiny voice in the back of your head that wanted to poke at the insecurity that John Carter could have anything he wanted, so what if this gift was silly and pointless? No, not that. What if he thought it was silly and pointless.

Standing back up and turning around, all those thoughts were immediately gone when you see your boyfriend, the piece of pizza in his hand already gone by now, (you can’t blame him for that one, you both have been going so much today you’ve barely had time to breathe, much less eat) as he’s sitting up against the headboard, just watching you. Those big brown eyes have quietly been following your every move with admiration, love, and maybe some lust: there’s only so much restraint he can be expected to have when you’re half naked right in front of him.

He reached out his hands, gesturing for you to come to him.

“I know we were joking and what not, but I really would’ve been just as happy if you had been my gift.” He says with a lopsided grin as you move over to him, you teasingly stay just out of his reach and taunt, “Well, if that’s the case, I guess I’ll just keep this.”

“Oh, no you don’t!” John leaned forward and captured you in his arms, you released a squeal that quickly turned into a fit of laughter when he pulled you onto his lap and started kissing teasingly down your neck.

“Okay, okay! I surrender! You win! Just open your present!” You somehow got out between giggles as you pulled yourself away from his on slot and pushed the gift into his chest.

He huffed in pretend annoyance, “Fine, but we will be coming back to that shortly.” You smiled and held your arms up in surrender and he smiled back.

He took care with the bow and untied it, setting it on the bedside table, before taking less care on the silver wrapping, tearing it more like a kid on Christmas. Under the wrapping was still a nice but simple black box, John looked up at you with curiosity and you gave a nod to encourage him to keep opening it, and he did.

In the box, on some nice red velvet cloth sat a shiny new stethoscope.

It wasn’t much different than others except it was a dark blue instead of the usual black, and what you had gotten engraved on it, in little letter curved on the side,

‘John Carter M.D.’

You couldn’t read his face for a second as he just looked down at the gift, that doubt starting to creep back up, until he sat the gift beside the two of you on the bed and looked up at you. His smile in that moment could’ve put any stadium in Chicago to shame, as his hands rested on either side of your face, and he just seemed to want to look into your very being for the moment, “Thank you, I love it. I can’t wait to use it all the time. I think it might be my favorite gift I’ve ever gotten.” He mumbled the last bit out as he leaned forward to kiss you, slowly and gently, the whole moment felt… peaceful.

You hum appreciatively against his lips and only pull yourself apart from him by an inch, “Your favorite? How am I ever going to top that now?” You say through a smile as you start to push your body flush against his.

“Hmm… I don’t know but I bet we can come up with a few ways.”

[thehighladywrites]

“JUST ONE MORE, I KNOW YOU CAN DO IT.”

⋆˙⟡ pairing: rhysand x reader, inner circle makes an appearance , madja makes an appearance

⋆˙⟡ summary: feeling ready to finally have kids, you tell rhys who is over the moon. madja gives you a special tea to help boost ovulation. how does that turn out for you?

⋆˙⟡ warnings: a fuckton of smut, fluff, rhys cries, so does reader, breeding, aphrodisiacs ( i think ), boosting tea, pregnancy, pregnancy smut ig, Big dick daddy construction worker Rhys😍😍, protective rhys like super protective, obsession and possession. Rhys develops a new obsession with reader🤷🏽‍♀️

⋆˙⟡ amara’s note: i need a break. holy fuck. also, can i go next🧎🏽‍♀️ Plus english isn’t my first language so if there’s any errors or mistakes, i’m sorry😭💗

“is that what you’ll be teaching our children, darling? To be snappy when someone asks you something?”

Rhysand took great pleasure in provoking a reaction from you. Your day had been rough, with even the slightest annoyances causing you to snap at him. From criticizing his breakfast chewing to berating his small handwriting in his reports, your frustration peaked when rhys playfully teased, leading you to unleash a stream of unpleasant words.

And now, he was dangerously close to you kicking him out of your bedroom. You stood there, making the bed with him on the other side as you tucked in the sheets on either side.

“Fuck off, Rhys. I'm teaching my kids that their father holds the title for being the most annoying ass in Prythian's history. They'll also be well-informed about your love for relentless teasing. I'll caution them to steer clear, as mommy doesn't want them influenced by your habit of being an annoying provocateur,” you flashed him a fake smile before tugging the sheets from his hands.

His laughter resonated through the room as he threw his head back, closing the distance with a confident step. Looking you up and down, he met you face to face, his eyes filled with mirth and a touch of affection.

“Let's pray to the Mother that they don't inherit your bratty behavior,” he teased, flicking your nose, enjoying your reaction.

“And yes, before you can come up with some crude insult, you're without a doubt the most pouty, bratty, headstrong person I've ever encountered.” His smile held a mix of playfulness and genuine fondness.

“I should feel insulted, but strangely, I don't,” you admitted with a smile. Playfully ushering him back to his side of the bed, you continued fixing the sheets, ready to settle in for the night.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

Lying awake, Rhys's words echoed in your mind. The thought of having children together stirred a mix of excitement and doubt. The responsibilities of being the high lord and high lady of the Night Court loomed large, and the question of balancing it with parenthood lingered. Despite the uncertainties, a deep yearning surfaced – a want to put more focus on kids and maybe ease of the work load.

Unable to sleep, you chose to scoot closer to your mate as you put your head on his pillow, running your hand through his hair and finding comfort in the rhythm of his shallow breathing.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

The bell chimed as you entered Madja's clinic, finding it empty. You weren't supposed to be there; you had told Rhys you weren't feeling well to avoid going to the Hewn City with him. He grew concerned and insisted on staying, but after some persuasion, he reluctantly left. Now, you had the perfect opportunity to visit the healer in secret.

“Hello? Madja, are you here?”Your voice echoed in the empty clinic. After a long pause, you turned to leave, but just as you did, Madja opened a door, wearing gloves and a mask, looking confused.

“Y/n? What are you doing here? Are you okay? Does anything hurt?” You all loved Madja deeply as she was like a second mother to everyone. She expressed concern, worry evident in her eyes. You reassured her, mentioning that nothing was wrong. She nodded, explaining she had a patient and would be done in a few minutes. Madja suggested making yourself some tea and taking a seat while you waited.

After a while, Madja finished with her patient and led you into her office. She took her place behind the big table, and you sat in front of her, ready for whatever conversation lay ahead.

“What can I help you with today?”

Taking a deep breath, you opened up about your desires. “I wish to get pregnant, and I wanted to know if there's anything to know beforehand. My grandmother was Illyrian, so I think I could carry the babe, but is there any more information I should know about?”

Your words hung in the air, waiting for Madja's guidance.

A warm smile graced Madja's face as she took your hand.

“Congratulations, I'm so happy for you. Fae pregnancies are rare, and it might take a few years of trying before you see any results. Don't get discouraged; it's normal, and it generally takes a few decades for couples to be blessed with a babe. But let me check your bones to see if you're ideal for pregnancy.” Madja's hands emitted a golden glow as she held yours, assuring you that your bones were indeed a match and that you would be able to carry your and Rhysand's children.

You thanked her with a hug and stood up, ready to leave to tell Rhysand that you were ready. But you were still nervous about how long it would take. Decades seemed like a long time and you just hoped you wouldn’t get disappointed in yourself.

Madja seemed to sense your sprialing thoughts and directed you to the medicine room. She handed you a packet of some sort or herb or leaf. You looked at her with confusion asking her what this was.

Madja explained, “It's a special tea made to boost ovulation. Both of you should drink it before trying, but I have to warn you, it does have side effects. The tea activates a primal need, making you both feel like the first day of the mating bond. There will be possession and jealousy, and a strong chance of fighting unwanted guests. Some patients of mine have almost killed someone because their mates were looked at too long. Males typically get very possessive during conception so don’t be surprised if he snaps at someone who’s too close. So, again, only do this when you're alone.”

The gravity of her words settled in as she outlined the potential intensity of the tea. You nod thanking her again before winnowing back to the house.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

Rhysand was pissed off and tired as fuck. The entire night was a mess, thanks to the annoying council. He toyed with the idea of going back and killing them all but thought checking on you might be a better move. Exhaustion weighed heavy on him, and irritation etched deep lines on his face.

Rhysand walked into the house, absentmindedly unbuttoning his shirt until he halted in his tracks as he passed the kitchen. Something caught his attention, and he turned, curious about what was happening.

Rhysand was taken aback by what he saw. There you were, clad in tank top and shorts, preparing food in the middle of the night. He thought you were seriously unwell, given that you couldn't get out of bed earlier. Worried, he approached,

“Love, what are you doing up? Please, let me take you back to bed. I'll finish it up and bring it to you, okay?”

You warmly smiled at his concern but shook your head. “I'm fine, baby. I'm not sick. I'll explain everything. Just sit down at the table, and I'll be there in a minute.”

He raised his brow and you with amusement,

“So, you just didn’t want to go to the meeting? You should have told me; we could have skipped together. They were driving me crazy today. Kier wanted a higher position, Lord Orlon wanted more money, and everyone just wanted more and more and more.” His frustration with the incessant demands from the council echoed in his words.

You couldn’t help feeling guilty at the weariness in his eyes, you pouted and stepped closer, standing between his legs. Gently, you brought his head to your chest, cradling and kissing it. His arms wrapped around your middle immediately as you cooed comforting words, offering solace in the warmth of your embrace while stroking his hair gently.

“Aww, I'm so sorry, honey. I promise I'll never let you go alone. What can I do to cheer you up?”

He raised his head, mischief in his eyes, and his hands roamed up your tank top, grazing your waist and the sides of your boobs.

“I can think of something that'll earn you my forgiveness.” His playful tone sparked heat in you and you almost lost focus as you entertained the thought of Rhys’s offer. But you shook your head and smirked at him.

“Did you forget I had something to tell you? You’re quite insatiable, you know?”

He slumped his head on your chest, planting a kiss on the covered area as he warmly chuckled. Drawing you closer, he settled you in his lap, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. Rhys gazed up at you with enchanting deep violet eyes, their subtle twinkle a sight you adored.

Inhaling deeply, you contemplated ripping off the bandaid. It should be fine, right? He's always discussed future children, their names, rules for them, etc. Yet, despite everything, a touch of nerves crept in.

Rhys, sensing your hesitation, securely gripped your waist, assuring you that you could share anything with him.

“Rhys, sweetheart, I'm ready to officially try for children. Are you on board? I know you've talked about wanting kids, but is it still something you still want-”

Rhysand embraced you tenderly, tears of joy gliding down his cheeks. He buried his tear-streaked face in the warmth of your neck, softly murmuring his heartfelt thanks, each word carrying a sweetness only you could inspire.

His tears triggered an emotional response in you, prompting happy tears to well up as you smiled tenderly at him.

“It would be my highest honor to have children with you, my love.”

Rhys kissed you, chuckling, drawing you closer and peppering tiny kisses all over your face, eliciting joyful laughter from you.

“While you were away, I chatted with Madja, and she shared some tips about conceiving. She mentioned it might take a bit, so she's advising not to worry if it doesn't happen right away. She even gave me this special tea that's supposed to boost ovulation and help speed up the process. What do you say we give it a shot tomorrow or tonight?”

Rhys grinned mischievously, “Well, it's a bit surprising I haven’t already gotten you pregnant, but I guess Madja's tea might just be the secret ingredient we need.”

“I agree, Mr. Cocky, your charms might need a backup plan.” Your smile wavered as he got closer to your neck, and it completely faltered when he gently blew air on your neck before giving a playful bite.

You trembled, grabbing rhys’s shoulders to steady yourself as he kept nipping lower and lower. He palmed your tits through your thin tank, pulling and pinching on your nipples, marvelling at your scrunched up face of pleasure.

His finger moved to trail down the arch of your back while he unwrapped your legs from around his waist.

“Let's free you from these,” he murmured, gently hooking your shorts by the elastic and sliding them down to your thighs. Granting you a brief moment, he allowed you space to stand and shimmy them down to your feet, casting them aside with a tender ease.

Your confirmation to having kids flipped a switch in his brain. Numerous times had you stopped by nurseries to admire the cute babies, helped lost children find their mothers in the town square, babysat for your friends that had kids. Rhysand’s mind was filled with you carrying your child on your hip, you and him sitting down teaching them everything they needed to learn.

The mere thought of getting you full of his children, your heirs and the fact that you would carry your children, made him impossibly hard. You belonged to him, and soon, the world would see the evidence in your growing belly. It was his way of making sure everyone knew he had claimed you for good, in the most intimate and lasting manner possible.

Rhysand gazed up at you, his eyes veiled by thick lashes, filled with a darkened desire. His pupils dilated, larger than you'd ever seen, revealing the intensity of the lust that consumed him.

“I’m going to get you nice and knocked up by the end of the month, fuck what Madja said. I’m putting a baby in you soon enough, don’t worry about a thing. Just lay down and let me work on it, what do you say, sweetheart?”

His raspy, desperate voice sent cold shivers down your spine and arm. You mindlessly nod, begging for him to start.

“ Please, baby… make me a mother…” you ask so sweetly and nicely, rhys could never say no to you.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

Throughout that night, the following morning, and the entire subsequent day, Rhysand kept you awake, leaving little room for sleep. In the span of those days, you only paused for food, as he fucked you to the edge of insanity. Perhaps you should have considered that you'd chosen the most powerful man in history as your baby daddy— of course he’d have no trouble fulfilling his task with relentless success.

Rhys's eyes had darkened with a singular focus – getting you pregnant. He worshipped your body, treating you like a deity with every touch, as if you were the subject of his devoted prayers.

He had stopped for maybe half an hour to research the most ideal positions for baby making and had put you in them atleast twice, much to your exhaustion and pleasure.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

Reluctantly, you both knew you couldn't remain secluded from your responsibilities forever. The rulers of the court could only be inaccessible for a limited time, forcing you to eventually confront the outside world.

“Baby, we need to go soon, remember?” You found yourself trapped between his sturdy arms, lying beneath him on the soft bed with your legs wrapped around his middle. His kisses on your neck and grew more intense, leaving behind a trail of increasingly visible bruises.

Expressing disapproval with a sound, he playfully nipped at a sensitive spot on your neck, eliciting a mix of laughter and a gasp from you simultaneously.

Rhysand absolutely hated the idea of leaving the haven of warmth and love you two had created. He cherished the solitude you shared, not wanting to face the world's challenges.

All he wanted was to stay wrapped up in the tender embrace of his mate, savoring the moments of closeness and hoping for a future filled with just the two of you.

“Darling, I'd ditch the whole Night Court for a bit more of your love. The outside world's a drag compared to your warmth. What do you say we skip the ruling and responsabilities and keep our own little haven, just the two of us?”

Summoning the will to decline felt nearly impossible; you genuinely, sooo badly, really didn't want to leave the room until everything was done. Explaining your perspective to him, you made a deal that if you both tackled just dinner first, you'd be all his afterward. With reluctance, he got up, the two of you quickly freshened up, taking a hot shower and got dressed for dinner with your friends.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

Making your way to the dining room, you were met by Cassian with a teasing grin,

“Well, well, well. Look who decided to rejoin the land of the living. I was starting to think you'd built a permanent nest in there. Ready for the real world or still basking in the afterglow?”

Catching a glimpse of Rhysand's impassive expression, it was clear he was beyond unamused as his eyes zeroed in on Cassian. You knew him well enough to sense that Cassian's continued teasing might push him to snap, especially considering his reluctance to be outside with the others now that he was trying to put a baby on you.

“Cass, I wouldn’t. Let's just enjoy the meal,” you said, clapping your hands with an exaggerated smile. Taking Rhysand by the hand, you guided him to the table, hoping to diffuse any tension and shift the focus to the meal.

You stuck to him like glue, even following him when he stood to get another bottle of wine. Sitting on another chair was out of the question. Instead, you made yourself comfortable in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. You purred at his warmth and safety, wondering why the hell you even accepted this dinner in the first place. You'd much rather stay under warm covers in your bed with him by your side.

In these past few days, Rhysand had become remarkably possessive aswell. Normally unfazed by casual gestures from friends like hugs or pats on the shoulder, he surprised himself. When you and Azriel reached for the salt at the same time, Rhysand instinctively pulled you back, narrowing his eyes at Az as if marking his territory.

Azriel, ever perceptive, observed the tension, smiled to himself and wisely chose not to escalate the situation. He sensed a new energy surrounding you both, noticing how much you clung to each other. He nodded toward the salt, indicating you should take it first, showing he had the sense not to get in the middle of whatever was transpiring between you and Rhysand. It was something Cassian would usually dive headfirst into. The guy had a knack for finding trouble, and Azriel clearly wanted no part in it.

The dinner proceeded with everyone staying clear from you and Rhys. Usually, you'd playfully scold him for being overly possessive, telling him to ease up on the overbearing bat act. However, you relished in his attention and protective demeanor. Madja had told you this would happen but you didn’t realize it would apply to your family.

Right, Madja. You had almost forgotten about the tea she'd given you, the one to speed up the pregnancy process. With your friends leaving after dinner, whether they wanted to or not, it seemed like the perfect time to test it out.

Gazing at Rhysand beside you, you communicated your thoughts silently, begging him to try the tea out with you and then going back to your previous activities. He nodded in understanding. Sitting up straight, he glanced at everyone.

“I need all of you to leave, right now,” he stated calmly, sipping his drink with his usual nonchalance.

Everyone paused mid-chew, glancing at Rhysand with confusion. Azriel swiftly vanished into his shadows, and Amren departed without so much as a goodbye. Mor and Cassian remained, bewildered, as they questioned the sudden disruption.

“What? Why? I'm not even done eating,” Mor protested, pointing to her full, steaming plate.

Rhysand narrowed his eyes, flicking his hand and cleared the table.

"There. I moved everything to your table in your apartment. Now, get out," he gritted, and they hurriedly made their exit, with Cassian managing a loud laugh before leaving.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

The kettle's whistle grew louder as you were lost in Rhysand's lips. Seated on the table, his arms on either side of you, the moment was pure delight, your hands traveling his body as you toyed with the waistband of his pants. The whistle became unbearable, forcing you to reluctantly break the kiss as you sighed and made your way to brew the tea. The leaves, red and golden, intensified in color as you poured the boiling water in.

“Damn. That looks deceptively inviting. Like it would lure us in with its pretty colors and then make our hearts stop,” he joked, joining you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders, playfully holding you in a mock chokehold.

“Huh, deceptively inviting... sounds a lot like someone I know,” you teased, lazily kissing the strong forearm wrapped around your throat. His laughter resonated, his chest rumbling, and you felt the vibrations, savoring the moment.

He kissed your temple before letting you go, guiding you back to the table to drink the tea. Both of you nodded in agreement before simultaneously downing the concoction. The taste left you both with a disgusted expression as you placed the empty cups back on the table.

“That tastes like shit. Did Madja say what it was made of?”

You scrunched your face at the aftertaste before replying,

“I find it best not to ask her anymore. Remember the time she had us all eating that soup with fermented fish guts as a cure for that winter fever?”

You shudder at the memory of everyone lying in the hospital, with Madja taking care of the lot of you. It dawned on you that she was feeding you stuff that would've made you even sicker if you found out then. The taste of the mysterious tea was the least of your worries compared to Madja's unconventional remedies.

Rhysand shook his head at the unpleasant memory,

“You’re right. I’d rather not know.”

You giggled at his words, before standing up and putting the cups in the sink. Turning around, you looked at Rhysand with a tilted head, wondering if he was feeling anything because you certainly weren’t.

“Are you feeling anything? I’m not sure if it’s taking extra long for the tea to activate or something but I’m not feeling anything yet.”

Rhysand raised an eyebrow, pondering your words for a moment.

“Honestly, I don’t feel any different either. Maybe it's just a placebo effect or Madja's way of amusing herself with our reactions. Either way, we'll survive it.”

You nodded at his words, yes that made sense.

“Okay, let’s go to my office and catch up on some reports while we wait for the effects to kick in.”

You both headed to your office, the boring tasks providing a welcome distraction while the mysterious tea's potential effects lingered in the background. As you delved into work, the anticipation of what might unfold kept a subtle excitement in the air.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

An hour in Rhysand was starting to feel uncomfortable. His forehead and neck was starting to feel warm and he mindlessly unbuttoned the first buttons of his shirt for some extra cooling.

You on the other hand still felt nothing, if anything, you started feeling very sleepy, eyelids heavy as you tried blinking back the tiredness that washed over you.

“I’m feeling really tired, rhys. Can you take me upstairs?” your voice was low and laced with sleep, complete opposite of your mate.

Not being able to find his voice, he stood up from the chaise, his movements more desperate, and walked over to you before bending down and picking you up.

Something that should've been a mundane task.

However, this time he couldn’t help but notice the difference in size, how easy he could pick you up in his arms, how your breasts moved under your shirt, the way the curve of your ass pressed against him with every move, the softness of your skin and the intoxicatingly sweet smell of you. A low, suppressed growl vibrated through him as he tightened his hold, relishing the warmth and unmistakable presence of his mate.

A possessive and obsessive surge overwhelmed him as he held you, an intoxicating certainty that you belonged to him, and he had earned every inch of your love and affection.

Rhysand was utterly obsessed with you, he showed in the way he was watching you like a hawk while he put you down on the soft bed, tucking you under a blanket.

Rhys knelt by the bed, his gaze fixed on your sleeping form. His pupils dilated so much, transforming the familiar violet of his eyes into a dark, almost onyx shade. His face and chest had taken on a dark shade of blush, as blood rushed to his cock at the sight of your peaceful form.

He couldn’t look away when you turned around, blanket having rolled up, showing him the lenght of your legs, so smooth and soft, Normally, the sight wouldn’t have made him behave like some sort of teenager seeing a girls tits for the first time and it made him feel like a disgusting pervert. Here his mate laid, unaware that he was lusting over something as juvenile as her leg.

Deep down, he didn’t really care. Rhysand felt like he was on top of the world.

Waves of pleasure surged through him, heightening his senses and intensifying every touch and sensation, the feeling of the sheets against his palms sent electric waves through his body. The world around him seemed to shimmer with and a blissful euphoria enveloped him, creating an intoxicating sensation that left him utterly captivated.

You stirred, sensing Rhys gaze by the bed. As you opened your eyes, you were met with the sight of him, his eyes locked on your sleeping form. His eyes, once a familiar violet, now darkened to a deep, almost black hue.

The effects of the tea finally kicked in, and your body responded with waves of pleasure. Your heartbeat quickened, the world around you blurring into a hazy backdrop as you fixated on the rhythmic sound of Rhysand's heavy breaths. A searing warmth pooled in the lower part of your stomach, almost like molten lava, urging you to clench your legs, all while a whimper threatened to escape your lips.

Feeling overwhelmed, you sought relief in the bathroom, flinging off the blanket and splashing cold water on your face and chest. Bracing yourself on the sink, you took a few deep breaths before returning to your room. As you opened the door, eyes lowered, you collided with something soft yet firm. Looking up, you found Rhysand, gazing at you with a tilted head, as if studying you like a puzzle.

“Oh, hi baby, didn’t see-”

Before you could finish the sentence, he pounced on you, grabbing the back of your head as he crushed your lips against his. Your eyes widened in surprise, hands instinctively grabbing his biceps to steady yourself.

His other hand wrapped around your waist, forcefully pulling your body towards him, leaving no room for any space. As his front pressed against yours, you felt his hard erection poking at your stomach.

A desperate need for more coursed through your veins like a wildfire, the tea intensifying every sensation. Your nipples tightened, craving his touch with an almost primal hunger. In his arms, you practically melted at his animalistic touch.

It all felt so fucking good, you moaned loudly when he started licking and kissing your neck, gently biting your earlobe before going back to giving you hickies.

Tears formed in your eyes as you brought a hand down your panties, hoping to relieve yourself before it got too much, however frustration filled you as your efforts were wasted. No matter how much you rutted against your fingers, it wasn’t enough. If only made you more needy and frustrated.

” ‘need help, rhys, please—”

Your tears eventually fell as you whined, face covered in salty tears as you begged your man for more, more of him, more of anything.

The desperation in your voice prompted Rhysand to pick you up and drag you to bed, gently pushing you into it. He swiftly undressed before pulling you towards the edge of the bed by your ankles, ripping of whatever clothes you had on. An animalistic move if anything but it made you even more wet.

“We’re not fucking leaving until I get you pregnant. I need you nice and round, filled with my cum, do you understand?“

His words were gritted, as if he was holding himself back, restrained by an invisible force.

You nodded, desperate for him.

“Please, let me make you a daddy.”

With a low rumbling growl he throws your legs over his shoulders and ruts into you so hard, the entire bed starts shaking. He bullies his big cock in you as you squirm, trying to initially get away as if you’ve never been fucked by him before. Rhys doesn’t slow down because he knows you can take it, he knows that you’re his equal, made for him as he is for you. And when you beg him to go harder he only smiles wickedly, satisfied that he knows you inside and out.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

You don’t remember know how many times he has finished in you.

You're crying uncontrollably and struggling to breathe. Rhysand gives you a gentle smile and plants a kiss on your swollen lips. His cock throbs at that fucked out expression in your eyes, and he has to look away to avoid blowing his load too soon. His mouth tucks itself into the curve of your neck. Your skin slapping continues as those quick thrusts fill the room.

If he didn’t have his hands around your legs to keep them up, they’d have fallen down ages ago. Your whole body feels loose and sloppy, a stupid, fucked out smile on your face as your teary eyes roll back in pleasure.

“Shhh, baby it’s okay. Let me fill you up again. I promise it will feel so, so good.”

You nod absentmindedly as you both come for the umpteenth time.

He was paying close attention to how your hole tightened around him, his sloppy thrusts making the white ring around the base of his dick drip with even more cum.

“You’re so fucking good to me, baby. Gonna look so pretty with your belly all round with my babies.”

His head was thrown back, eyebrows scrunched and jaw slightly dropped as he slowly thrusted in and out, milking the high before he pulled out and slumped forward, making you whine at the feeling. His sweaty body rested on top of yours, and his head lay on your rising and falling chest. His hair was damp, and with a shaking hand, you ran your fingers through it.

“I’ll clean you up in a second, darling.” Just as he was getting up you wrapped your legs around his waist. He scooped you up, arm around your ass as he brought you to the shower to clean you up. Rhys didn't put you down, knowing you might fall, so he washed you while you clung to him.

After the much needed shower, he wrapped you both in a huge fluffy towel and magically changed the sheets as he brushed you hair and put you in one of his shirts.

“Rhysie?”

“Yes, love?”

“I think we need to fuck one more time, please?”

His eyebrows rose at your words. Never did he think you’d say anything like that. His initial shock was replaced by a proud laugh.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.”

And he did.

He gave you more orgasms, and just as he was ready to pull out after dumping his load, you wrapped your legs around him and begged him not to pull out.

Rhys gave you a soft kiss and pulled you closer as you finally slept, exhaustion pulling you into a deep slumber.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

There wasn't much surprise when he successfully put not just one but two babies in you, twins.

Rhysand's male pride was on overdrive. Twins were really rare, and the fact that he managed to knock you up with them in less than a month was almost cause for a celebration. Well, he would throw a party if he didn't grow so damn protective.

If you thought Rhysand was protective when trying for a child, then this Rhysand was on another level. He actually gritted his teeth at Madja after she put her cold fingers on your body, making you hiss.

Let’s not even discuss when you started showing…

The moment he learned of your pregnancy, Rhys acted swiftly, weaving layers of intricate shields around you. It wasn't merely about your safety; it was a manifestation of his deep obsession. The shields were a fortress protecting not only you but also the sweet new scent you emitted, a fragrance that had sparked an intense possessiveness within him.

Rhys had become utterly obsessed with that unique scent, ready to unleash his fury upon anyone who dared to get too close and catch even the faintest whiff of something that was sacredly reserved for him alone.

During the announcement for your friends, the presence of Rhysand by your side, standing assertively close, made them wary of getting close to you. As you both stood together, your radiant happiness contrasted against his dark, protective demeanor.

You were a bit bummed, wondering why no one wanted to hug you or atleast shake your hand, then you took one glance at him and let out a sigh as you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, please. They’re not going to eat me alive, baby. It’s fine I promise.”

You embraced Mor and Cassian warmly, reciprocating their hugs, though they avoided prolonged eye contact with Rhys. Azriel's shoulder clap and rare smile conveyed a similar sentiment to a hug, and Amren, nodding, raised her glass in approval, a subtle twitch of her lips indicating her satisfaction.

You skipped back to Rhysand and gave him a kiss, calming him down as he gave you an appreciative smile.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

Pregnancy had made you both extra needy. Rhys got hard everytime he thought about the fact that you were actually carrying his babies, and you got turned on because he was walking sex.

He built a new nursery from scratch, adding an entire new wing to the river estate. Initially, you doubted it would be finished in nine months, but you quickly learned not to doubt him – he always kept his word. Lo and behold, a whole new section of the house emerged, ready for the babies and any future additions to your growing family in only 3 months. His dedication spoke volumes about his commitment to you and the little ones on the way.

He channeled his inner builder during this project, and it never failed to amaze you how desperate he made you feel. Walking around the house wearing nothing but a work belt, sweaty from new constructions, he was a vision of strength and capability. Often, you stood from afar, watching him skillfully build things, savoring the sight before the need to get fucked took over.

Your lips were bitten in silent admiration as he stood there in nothing but linen pants, hanging dangerously low on his hips while building the crib. He looked absolutely delicious , and the appreciation for his craftsmanship would be handsomely rewarded by you.

“Are you going to stare at me all day, beautiful? Come inside, I won’t bite unless you ask me to.”

A mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he stood up, sauntering toward you with a grin. His hand extended playfully, a silent invitation to join him.

Deciding to tease him back, because let's be real, you need him bad right now, you chuckle and let the playful banter unfold.

“And what if I do want you to bite? What if I ask you to get us back to our room and fuck me? Would you do it?”

You looked up at him with wide eyes, attempting to portray someone innocently asking a casual question.

“Have I ever said no to you in my life, darling?” he teased, his smile darkening, before winking and leading the way back to your room.

Rhys had vanished your clothes, leaving you bare as he worshipped you. His teasing words and soft caresses brought you closer and closer to the edge.

“You're going to be the best mother ever, such a good mommy for my babes. Nurturing and caring for them. No one is better than you, my love. No one loves as purely as you, fuck,” he whispered urgently, his neediness and desire lacing every word.

His whiny, rasping words were the finishing touch you needed before coming all over his creamy cock with a cry.

Yet again, he took care of you, cleaning you up as he always did. Your mate, ever the loving and caring male, ensuring your well-being with a tenderness that spoke volumes about his deep affection for you.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

The arrival of your twins turned into a joyous celebration, filling Velaris with happiness over the birth of the new princess and prince. Your friends, throughout your journey, provided unwavering support, guiding you through the hardships and challenges of being new parents.

Now, a new chapter of your life had opened, one you couldn't wait to share with your one true love, marking the beautiful beginning of your happily ever after.

🏷️ taglist: @callmeblaire @acourtofladydeath

[cupidsanne]

Mike Faist Fluff Alphabet ✢ Headcanons

Mike Faist x Female! Insert Reader

SYNOPSIS! ✦ headcanons based on the ask of these prompts!!

WARNINGS! ✦ None, sfw.

NOTES! ✦ link to template for these are here! no proof reads, lmk if something’s wrong! <3

Mike Faist Masterlist . About Me + Rules .

A — Admiration . . . What Do They Absolutely Adore About You?

One of the things he adores about you is your leniency with everything. Your ability to forgive and be tolerant of certain things is really nice to him, since no one’s perfect and even Mike makes mistakes sometimes. Mike always assumed the worst whenever he messes up something small and thinks you’ll hold it against him, which is so far from the truth. He has to constantly remind himself that you’re not there to belittle him for everything, and it’s okay to tell you things.

B — Body . . . What Is Their Favorite Part Of Your Body?

His favorite part is your smile. You’re a silly person naturally, so a grin is always spread onto your face. He makes you laugh a lot, and you do the same for him. He’s definitely attracted to your happiness. Don’t even be insecure if you’re teeth may be crooked, if your lips look a certain way, ect. he does not care!! Smile all the time!

C — Cuddling . . . How Do They Like To Cuddle?

He prefers to cuddle with you sat up and seated, cause whenever you two do cuddle laying down, he falls asleep. He can’t help it! You’re comforting to be around.

D — Dates . . . What Does Their Ideal Date With You Look Like?

He’s content with anything as long as it’s private. On dates, Mike likes to give his sole attention to you and doesn’t want outside distractions or interruptions. He’s also not too particular with dates, but he does prefer calm ones. Although he doesn’t mind those crazier dates like rock climbing, clubbing, ski-ing ect. he likes ones where he doesn’t have to do much as well. Mike loves having fun, but he’s a homebody too. His ideal dates are picnics at the park, beach, or having a quiet dinner in a cozy restaurant. If your dates mostly consisted of eating inside either (or your shared) homes, he’d be fine with that too.

E — Emotions . . . How Do They Express Emotion Around You?

He’s a honest partner, but he’s not always comfortable with being verbally vulnerable. He doesn’t want to burden you with his issues or thoughts initially, so a lot of the times of when he’s upset, you have to look for any physical cues on him. Similar reasoning from letter A.

F — Family . . . Do They Want One? If They Do, When?

He does, but he isn’t sure when is the right time. With his career and constantly being on the move, he doesn’t know how he’ll want to balance work life and family life. He doesn’t work a office job where he can go in during the day and come back in the evening, he’s an actor! Actors schedules constantly shift and he may be expected to travel. You knew what you were signing up for when you got together with him, so he really wants to leave the decision of a family to you.

He has a great relationship with kids. Because of his energy and kind smile, kids naturally are drawn to him and want to play/hang out with him. He’s polite and super fun, and he’s also good at a lot of things. He’d be a great father, but he underestimates himself.

G — Gifts . . . How Do They Feel About Gift Giving? What Are Their Habits When It Comes To This?

He doesn’t mind giving gifts but it’s not his main love language. He’s the type of person where he likes to save gifts for special occasions so they can feel extra special. Occasionally, he might gift you something small and silly to make you laugh but the meaningful gifts are for certain occasions. He also entirely chooses your gifts for your benefit and wants, not his.

H — Holding Hands . . . When/How Do They Like To Hold Hands?

Mike is not a huge fan of PDA, but he’s not completely against it either. This doesn’t mean he’s not physically affectionate with you at all, cause that’s false!! He’s just not the type of guy to make out with you in public or grab your butt in front of friends… (I find those things corny.) Subtle affection like hand holding is great with him! He doesn’t mind holding your hand as you guys walk, sit down, or talk. He’s a private person, but he’s not gonna keep your relationship a secret.

He likes to interlock fingers! It’s comforting to him and if your walking through somewhere crowded, you won’t feel like you’re slipping away. He doesn’t like those hand holds where it’s him holding your hand and you’re not, or you’re holding is hand and he’s not, he likes to keep it mutual. One parter just holding onto the other feels territorial.

I — Injury . . . How Would They Act If You Got Hurt?

If you slip on the floor and fall, he’s gonna rush over and check on you with a smile cracked on his lips. He’s not doing it to make you embarrassed, he just finds it cute, in a way! If it’s funny, he’ll try to hold it in and make sure you’re recomposed. He doesn’t like to see you hurt at all.

Now, he’s not a monster! If you seriously get injured, he’s gonna be devastated! He’s a responsible person and when put in a panicked situation, he knows how to calm you and/or the area down. Not saying he won’t be stressed or alarmed, but he’s gonna take you to the hospital or doctor to make sure you’re alright.

J — Jokes . . . Do They Like To Joke Around With Or Prank You? How?

He definitely does, no question about it. You two joke around and share many laughs with each other. He doesn’t necessarily prank you crazily, but he does in a small way.

If you’re new here, Mike is a actor. A incredible one, and with being a actor it’s easy for him to tell little lies. Sometimes when he says things, you’re prone to believe it based off his face and tone. For example, he’d do those pranks where it’s “My gosh, [insert a celebrity you like] has just died!” and you’d definitely become hysterical trying to find out if it’s true, the whole time he’s sitting there smiling internally as you’re freaking out. He doesn’t keep it up forever though and always comes clean, you’d complain but you’re not actually hurt. If anything, you reciprocate and pull mini pranks like that on him all the time. Yet, he’s skeptic whenever you try since you’re not as good at pranking him then he is with you.

K — Kisses . . . How Do The Like To Kiss You?

Now, a controversial opinion… He just loves those short kisses! Those kisses where he leans down to kiss you on the lips deeply but fast are his favorite. He likes to see your facial expression afterwards, nine times out of ten you’re grinning from ear to ear. He doesn’t mean pecks where it’s so quick the other partner can’t catch it, but the short regular ones. Despite this, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love those long kisses either.

L — Love . . . How Do They Show They Love You?

Quality time is his favorite way! It sucks because sometimes he has to be away from you for periods of time because of his job, but it’s his favorite way of showing how he loves you. Mike can be anti-social sometimes and does cherish his away time, but quality time together is his love language cause it means he’s sharing his space and extra time for you. When you two are together, it doesn’t feel like a chore or obligation to be around each other. He genuinely enjoys your company, he wouldn’t be with you if he didn’t.

M — Memory . . . Favorite Memory Together?

Meeting your family was one of his favorite memories. You come from a big family and they were all so excited to meet him. Some of them couldn’t believe he was this star who could sing and dance as he was so bashful around everyone! He was super polite and warm to everyone. Your parents are obsessed with him and whenever you try to come around, the first thing they ask is “Where’s Mike? How’s Mike doing?”

When he was first invited to a family get together, he was set on making a good impression, and he sure did! He met and greeted everyone, he played with the kids for a little bit, he help set the table when your mother asked, he even sat down with your dad, uncles, and some other guy relatives and they had a drink and chatted. He came to have a genuine good time with them all, and was glad to hear that they like him so much, cause he was planning on being with you for the long run.

N — Nightmare . . . What Is Their Worst Fear?

Disappointing or not living up to certain expectations. Mike can be very tough on himself and underestimates his abilities. If you listen to any peer, actor, or even directors he has worked with, they all have such uplifting things to say about him. How Mike always goes above and beyond in whatever he does. He doesn’t just do this to please others, but he does it to please himself.

Before his career, it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows for him, so working hard is always the mindset that he lives in. It’s a sense of security for him.

O — Oddity . . . What Is One Quirk They Have?

Most of the time, you can read what he’s thinking or feeling through his eyes. It’s not odd, it’s pretty regular but it’s much more intriguing from him. Mike has heterochromia which means his eyes are two different colors! It’s not something you see often but it’s not uncommon. Not only are they different but he’s naturally handsome as well and as luscious eyelashes to go with his eyes. You’ve learned that whenever he’s listening to something, he might not do the talking but his eyes will.

For example, if you say something totally unexpected, his eyes might widened and he’s gonna blink repeatedly. If you say something funny, he’s gonna chuckle and his eyes will squint. He doesn’t always realize you look in his eyes to read him.

P — Pet Names . . . What Do They Like To Call You?

He likes to keep it simple, he doesn’t do those extra cheesy pet names like “sweetie pie” and “boo boo bear” he can’t stand those!! A good go-to nickname for you is a short “Babe”. If you’re not really into pet names but you do have a nickname that’s known from close friends or loved ones, he can call you that too!

Q — Quality Time . . . How Do They Like To Spend Time With You?

He likes to spend it privately and not too much outside distractions. He wants all his focus on you to let you know that he’s listening and paying attention to you.

R — Rhythm . . . What Song Reminds You Of Them?

“There! I’ve Said it Again” sung by Bobby Vinton!!

I really don’t have any reasoning for it, but this is my selection! Because Mike was into the older movies with Gene Kelly and more, I’d think he’d appreciate that older genre of music too. This is a slow yet lovely song.

S — Secrets . . . How Open Are They With You?

Like stated before, he’s honest with you but it may take some coaxing for him to speak up. He’s good at acting and ignoring something, but after so long he can’t always keep it up, so you’re always bound to find out. As time goes on, he gets better at being more open.

T — Time . . . How Long Does It Take You To Get Together?

Surprisingly, he’s persistent. As much as he’s an over-thinker, he’s not gonna make any decisions he’s gonna regret if he knows he has a chance.

I definitely see you two starting off as friends and slowly falling for each other. It all really depends on the circumstances of how you two crossed paths for how long it takes for you to get together.

U — Upset . . . How Do They Act When You’re Upset?

His first priority is to comfort or calm you down. When upset, you’re not gonna always think rationally and he doesn’t want you to wear yourself out or do anything you’d regret. If there’s a issue, he won’t ultimately take over and help you, but he will assure and offer solutions if you need it. Sometimes, that’s all a person really wants when they’re upset and he realizes that over time.

V — Vaunt . . . What Are They Proud Of? Do They Like To Show You Off?

Despite his humble demeanor, he’s very proud and grateful for how far he’s come into his career. There was a point in his life where he felt like he wasn’t going to get as far as he wanted, yet he’s proven himself wrong.

He doesn’t mind showing you off at all! He loves you and everything you do. The reason he doesn’t have you out there to the public like crazy isn’t because he’s ashamed to be with you, but it’s because he values your privacy and his. Despite this, the instances where you two are put out in the spotlight, he’s making it known that you’re his and he’s yours!

W — Warrior . . . How Do They Feel About You Fighting? Would They Fight For You? Beside You? Ect.

Verbal or Physical, he doesn’t want you fighting at all! Mike likes to keep the peace in situations and feels that fighting isn’t the way to go. Although, he doesn’t want you to get walked over on and allow yourself to be backed into a corner. If we’re speaking about verbal fighting, he wholeheartedly supports you defending yourself and knows you’re an adult and you should be able to handle yourself. He won’t say anything but he will be alongside you to comfort you. Now, if it calls for it, he will defend you with no hesitation. If someone tries to insult/put you down while you’re not there to defend yourself, you bet he’s going to shut that down. So don’t even worry!

X — X-Ray . . . How Well Are They Able To Read You?

In the beginning of your relationship, it was so hard for him. At times he’d read too much and think the worst instead of coming up and communicating with you. Eventually, he’d get the hang of it all and now he can read you like an open book. He’s memorized your quirks and behaviors whenever you’re happy, sad, angry ect. and so have you for him.

Y — Yes . . . How Would They Propose To You?

Now, what some people may not know is that Mike has a pilot’s license! He wanted to make the proposal memorable for you and him, and he was wondering if he should do something totally different then you’d expect! With some coaxing from friends and his half brothers, they encouraged him to propose to you while flying! With some convincing, he pushed for you to join him on flying out. He assured you’d be safe and staged that his half brother couldn’t be his co-pilot and needed to go out because “he didn’t want his skills to get rusty.” You believed him obviously and followed through and as you two drove out in the air, he popped the question on you privately, handing you a ring box as he drove. You cried tears of joy and accepted his proposal.

( ^ should I turn this into a imagine or blurb? 🫣)

Z — Zen . . . What Makes Them Feel Calm?

Knowing that you’re understanding and listening to him always. There’s a different between hearing and listening to someone. Sometimes, he feels invalidated on his wants and expressions therefore he doesn’t always outright admits to when he has a problem with something. You know he doesn’t like to ask for assistance or help, and will do it himself before anything. That’s why, whenever you feel or get a hunch that there’s something off, you immediately ask him if he’s alright or if there’s anything he’d want you to do. He appreciates it so much, and even if he declines your help and controls your worries, it means so much that you’re wondering how he’s feeling. To you, this is the bare minimum but to him, it means a lot.

[lemon-russ]

should I have been doing ask requests? Yes. Did I instead write pregnancy Sangy fluff? Also yes.

Tags: @sleepyfan-blog @undeaddream @scriberye @lisikk, and thank you @squishyowl for dividers ✨

Sanguinus x F!Reader

CW: Pregnancy

A flutter of soft feathers surrounds you as you carefully step down the stairs.

Sanguinius’ arm circles your waist, helping balance you. You hold your round belly carefully, supporting some of its weight as you slowly make your way down steps you can not see.

“Carefully, my sweet-” the Angel says softly as your foot feels for the last step.

You giggle softly, smiling up at him. “You worry too much.” You chuckle. He smiles down at you, fluffing his wing around you and pulling you closer to his side with it as you make your way down the hall of the Arx Angelicum.

“How can I not?” He says, rubbing a circle on your back. “You're so clumsy now, and your belly bumps into everything. It's adorable, but I don't want you to stumble and get hurt…” he sighs, tucking you under his soft, warm wing a little more.

He leads you to the little parlor like room he had made for you when you settled down. He wanted you to have a place to feel comfortable, like you weren’t in what was basically a beautiful monastery and military complex. Its finely decorated in art from blood angles, with red velvets and gold trims everywhere.

You groan slightly as he helps you lower into the plush chair that you had claimed as your spot, and helped you kick your feet up onto an ottoman.

“How are you feeling?” The primarch asks warmly, moving behind your chair to rub your neck and shoulders gingerly with his big, warm hands. He keeps his wings stretched forward and around you like a protective cocoon, as he always does now when you are near.

You smile up at him, relaxing into the massage. “Hot.” You say, fanning yourself a little. You seem to overheat easily now.

He grins, the soft glow of the nearby fireplace illuminating his fangs. “Hmmm. I would have to agree.” He teases.

You roll your eyes. “I meant temperature and you know it.” You say, snuggling your cheek to the hand on your shoulder.

He chuckles a warm rumble from his chest, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “How in the universe did I get so lucky to get you?” He coos softly in your ear, his wings ruffling happily around you and creating a gentle breeze. “The apothecaries say it should be soon now, yes?” He asks.

You nod, playing with one of the blond curls falling around his angelic face. “Should be any day, he’s dropped already.” You say.

His feathers fluff slightly, and you raise a brow at his pout.

“She.” He says with a soft huff.

You smile, “She?” You repeat with amusement.

His wings twitch with a little flutter. “I’m sure it’s a girl.” He says, pouting ever so elegantly. It was adorable, the Primarch of the blood angels, The Great Angel, pouting.

You can’t help but giggle. “Hmm, well, I think they are a boy.” You say, patting your belly.

“You, my sweet, delicate love-” he croons, petting your hair gently, “-Do not have premonition.”

You blink. And blink again. Before it clicks, and you gasp.

“Sanguinius!” You yelp softly, turning in the chair to face him. “How long have you known??” You accuse.

He chuckles and glances away, having the decency to look a little embarrassed at being called out. “Well…” He murmurs, moving to sit next to you on the arm of the chair. “How angry would you be with me if I said… since the night we decided to try…?”

Your mouth falls open. “SANGUINIUS!” You admonish louder, “You’ve known the whole time! And didn’t tell me?” You pout, crossing your arms with a huff of frustration.

“Hmm, yes. It appears so.” He says, smiling impishly. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “And she’s going to be beautiful, just like her mother.” He says, dropping his voice into a warm whisper.

You feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. “Really…?” You mumble, “She… Looks like me…?”

He cups your cheek, and you lean into the soft touch. His expression melts into adoration. “She’ll be the spitting image of you. Except for her wings.” He chuckles, leaning in to pepper your face in slow kisses, “Those are my contribution, at least.”

You sniffle as he kisses your tears away. Your hand falls to your round belly, tracing over it with your palm, feeling the rolling and wiggling of the baby angel in you. You’ve been wondering if they had wings, hypothesizing based on the way you felt them stretch when they kicked their feet out hard. You knew you felt more than little hands pushing against you. But to have it all confirmed?

Another emotional tear rolling down your cheek is kissed away. The Great Angel chuckles gently, nuzzling your neck. “Why are you crying now, my sweet little dove?”

You sniffle. “I just-” you mumble through an emotion thick voice, “It suddenly feels so… so real…”

Sanguinius’ face melts with love, and he scoops you gently into his arms and lap, cradling you to him in strong arms effortlessly. His wings draw around you both in a protective feathered fortress.

His massive hand covers your own over your rounded belly, sharing a moment of feeling little kicks with you. “It is very real, sweet dove.” He murmurs, kissing near your ear.

“And I can’t wait to meet our little angel.”

[midnightquips]

What We Never Were

Jake Seresin x Reader

Summary: Y/N needs a fake boyfriend for her sister’s wedding. Jake Seresin, her childhood best friend, is all too happy to play the part—until pretending starts to feel dangerously real. One bed. Old feelings. A week of dancing around the truth. She thinks he’s out of reach. He’s just been waiting for her to see him.

Themes: fake dating, bestfriends to lovers, pining, slow burn, fluff

🔴 MINORS DNI 🔴 Warnings: 18+ content, eventual smut, dirty talk, praise kink, jealousy, soft aftercare, pwp, piv sex, unprotected sex, mild praise kink, foreplay

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Author's Note: Hopefully this chapter makes you guys feel things are MOVING. After the pining, comes the longing.

Chapter 3

Part I – Something’s Different

The morning marks the day before the wedding and it’s already chaos—but you should have expected this. Celine is a perfectionist in heels, wielding a clipboard like it’s a weapon of mass destruction. From the moment you stepped into the kitchen, she was directing people like a sergeant general, and naturally, you were enlisted.

Jake watches the whole thing from the kitchen island, arms crossed, coffee in hand, amused as hell.

“Need backup?” he drawls.

You give him a look. “She’ll draft you into centerpiece duty soo enough. Don’t get too comfortable.”

But Jake doesn’t move. He watches you instead—watches the way your forehead wrinkles when you read over the schedule, the way you gently talk your mom down from a minor meltdown about table placements, the way you balance holding a mimosa and a highlighter like it’s a military operation.

You’ve always been bossy when you needed to be. Commanding. Capable. But this? This version of you is glowing. A switch had been turned on inside of him since you’ve been sharing a bed, something insatiable. 

Goddamn, look at her. She doesn’t even know what she does to people.

And Jake’s not sure what’s worse—how much he wants to bend you over the kitchen table or how fast his heart starts when you look at him and smile.

Get it together, Seresin.

He should offer to help. 

But he’s distracted by the way your shorts cling to your ass when you bend to grab something from the bottom drawer. The way the strap of your tank top slips slightly off your shoulder. The curve of your neck, the faint sheen of sweat on your collarbone.

If I had five minutes alone with her—if she gave me even half a sign—fuck, I’d ruin her.

No. No. Not like that. She's your best friend. You don’t screw this up because you’re horny and stupid.

Jake swallows hard and sips his coffee instead.

You walk past him and toss him a towel. “Get dressed, Hangman. You’re not wearing boxer shorts to rehearsal brunch.”

He arches a brow, deliberately staying seated. “What if I do?”

You grin, cocky, waving your phone in front of his face, a current photo of him clear, “Then I’m posting the photos.”

He’s up in a flash, chasing you down the hallway, both of you laughing. You lock yourself in the bathroom before he can catch you.

“You’re not as fast as you used to be!” you shout through the door.

Jake leans against the wall, smirking, heart thudding a little too fast.

God, I fucking love her laugh.

He’s relieved to seeing you more relaxed. He understands the past days have been quite heavy with the impact of memories and realizations. This is how you two have always been. Teasing. Easy. Familiar.

But also different.

He’s hyper-aware of every small move you make. He can still hear your laughter. He remembers the way your thighs looked under that dress the first night at the Hard Deck. The way you hugged Rooster and Jake wanted to deck him on the spot. The way your eyes spark when you talk shit.

He’s spent the last few days trying to pretend it’s all platonic. That the way his hands hover near your waist when no one’s looking doesn’t mean anything. That he doesn’t think about what your skin would feel like under his palms.

I think about her more than I should. More than I ever meant to.

She’s your friend. Don’t cross that line unless you’re ready to never come back.

But it’s all getting louder now.

While everyone was busy getting ready, the house is in a rare moment of calm. You’re sitting cross-legged on your bed, trying to figure out what shoes to wear for the rehearsal when Jake walks in without knocking, towel wrapped low on his waist, shaking his hair.

You glance up—and promptly forget how to breathe.

Is it the first time you’ve seen Jake shirtless? No, he literally slept beside you shirtless. But it is definitely the first time you feel flustered enough to be concerned

“What are you doing?” you manage, trying very hard not to stare at the way his abs flex with each movement.

Jake moves languidly, not at all concerned to be in the state he’s in around you. 

Heraises an eyebrow. “This is my room too, remember?”

You clear your throat, trying your best to avoid looking at his V-line, “Do you have to be THAT undressed?”

Jake grins, arms crossing, “You can look if you want you know.”

You finally give in to the urge to smack him before turning back to your luggage while he simply laughs it off. 

He sees the way your eyes flick down before you catch yourself. The blush crawling up your throat. And he files it away for later.

She looked.

She looked and she blushed and that means something. Right?

Stop it, Seresin. You’re acting like a goddamn teenager.

He puts on his boxer while your back is turned, pulls a clean T-shirt over his head and throws the towel toward the hamper all the while watching you from the back.

“You know,” he says as he sits beside you, “I think your mom likes me more now that she thinks we’re a couple.”

You roll your eyes. “She thinks you’re going to marry me. It’s horrifying.”

Jake shrugs. “Wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.”

You pause.

Your heart thuds once. Loud and unsure.

Jake doesn’t notice—or pretends not to. He nudges your knee with his. “You got your shoes picked?”

You nod, and just like that, the moment passes.

But he watches you out of the corner of his eye as you slide a heel onto your foot.

Fuck. I’d give anything to have her under me in those.

Okay. Enough. You can’t think like this. You can’t fuck this up.

He’s not thinking about the rehearsal. He’s thinking about how your legs would look spread open on this bed. About how many ways he could get you to fall apart for him if you’d just give him one goddamn sign.

He’s thinking about the fact that you’ve always been just his friend.

And that maybe he’s finally ready to stop pretending that’s all he wants.

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[imdead770]

bro you should write x reader fluff headcannons for each of the outsiders characters

The Outsiders x Reader fluff - Dallas Winston

Authors Notes - 1. This is such a great idea. This is a great ask, woah. Thank you so much. 2. I'll do one for each of the characters, but I'm in a Dallas mood. 3. These aren't complete thoughts, more random sweet shit they'd do.

Dallas Winston

• Let's start with the basics

• Dallas Winston? Sweet? Damn you're lucky.

• When he confessed to you it wasn't a direct confession

• Called you pet names before you started dating

• But you're dumbass thought that was just his personality

• Which it is. You're right. He flirts 25/8.

• One day just asked you if you wanted to catch a drive-in

• And you were all 🤯

• Dallas Winston??? Actually asking someone out??

• The gang was practically flipping tables

• At the beginning he's still keeping up the act

• You know the one

• The " I'm from New York, fight me bitch " act

• But once he gets comfortable with you he's more " I'm from New York, love you bitch "

• He literally never calls you by your real name

• Doll is 100% his go-to

• Sweetheart, doll-face, the occasional darlin' and princess

• If you ask what your name is he'll probably ask which one

• He's actually surprisingly good with dates?

• Like the number type of date and give me your number type of dates

• He could list your birthday, the day you first kissed, the day you first fucked, easy.

• Never will though

• Gotta stay tough

• But he also is pretty good with balancing his time with you, the gang, and whatever else he does

• We all know he wouldn't hold your hand

• His hand's either around your waist, your shoulder, or in your back pocket

• He's practically attached to you

• He's not affectionate, but his hands always somewhere on you

• Like a moth to light

• He kisses you so much??

• Not pecks, he isn't Soda.

• If he's kissing you, he's making sure you remember it.

• Mf makes out with you anytime he gets a chance

• You're bored? He's kissing you. Trying to sleep? His tongue is already in your mouth. Accept it. You wanted this.

• Worst part is you can't even complain cause he's a damn good kisser.

" Dal- "

" Yeah? What, you got a problem, doll? "

" I hate you.. "

• You made out for like 3 hours.

• You're literally tired 90% of the time cause this motherfucker has too many hormones

• Not just kissing.

• You normally go over to his room at Bucks and sleep

• If you have strict parents he'll sneak into your room

• Not really a cuddle guy, but he'll let you rest your head on your chest or he'll drape an arm around you

• HIS CHAIN!?!

• I don't think people talk about this enough

• You fidgeting with his chain as you lay on him, both of you half asleep as he slowly smoked

• 😭🫶

• Whenever he's in jail and you visit him he'll give you his chain so you have something of his

• 😭😭😭🫶🫶🫶

• Has two pictures of you in his wallet

• One of your face, helps him get through jail and long nights

• Another of your body, either in lingerie or stripped, whatever you were comfortable with. The reason for this is self explanatory.

• Johnny's gotta move down to 2nd place because he loves you so much

• He's a close second though

• He skips classes a lot, so you've probably skipped with him before

• He went to school more so he could see you more

• Still almost flunks out though because he's busy starring at you

• This is getting long so I'll wrap it up

• He's still a little bitch, but he tries to get better for you

• Him and the gang are so grateful for you because his life would've gone to shit without you

No idea who to do next so please comment because I'm too indecisive 🙏

[y-vening]

pairing: lee heeseung x fem!reader word count: 15k genre: no smut, heavy angst, fluff towards the end warnings: it’s dark, abuse, stalking, toxic relationship, manipulation, the reader is mentally unstable, plot twists, heeseung has a weak spot for the reader, the reader's name is iseul, violence, and overall it’s just dark, so read at your own discretion. synopsis: a girl who's out of her mind and heeseung, who's in love and down bad for her but needs help. tyla's notes: in the beginning, i was going to add smut but decided not to because i wanted this to have HEAVY angst. if you guys want a part two because heeseung does do something unexpected, i can make one; just let me know, but enjoy and soon I'll be doing a permanent tag list!

Lee Heeseung and Iseul met through their mutual close friend, Jungwon, during a small gathering at Jungwon’s apartment. Iseul, who had just moved to the city, caught Heeseung’s attention immediately with her striking confidence and wit. 

Iseul was not the type to blend into the background; her fiery personality demanded attention, and she seemed to have some sort of mysterious allure that left people curious yet cautious to approach. Though she often kept people at arm’s length, Heeseung’s kind and genuine nature intrigued her.

The connection between them sparked instantly, and Jungwon couldn’t help but play matchmaker, knowing that Heeseung’s gentleness just might be what Iseul needed to soften her edges.

Heeseung was the kind of man women often gravitated toward. His soft-spoken charm and genuine warmth made him irresistible, but they also made him a great target for manipulation. Heeseung had a history of giving too much and asking too little in return, often leaving him burned by those who saw his kindness as weakness.

Despite his past experiences, Heeseung maintained his faith in people. When he met Iseul, her possessiveness initially felt comforting—a stark contrast to the way others had treated him. But as their relationship deepened into something more than just friends and into something real, Heeseung realized that her intensity could be overwhelming, especially when she felt threatened.

Iseul’s possessiveness stemmed from a deep-seated fear of losing the people she cared about. She’d had her own share of heartbreaks, and when she found someone as pure-hearted as Heeseung, she clung tightly. Her jealousy often caused scenes, especially when other women approached him. 

At a party one evening, Iseul spotted a woman laughing a little too closely with Heeseung. Without hesitation, she stormed across the room, her voice sharp as she confronted the woman. 

The room fell silent as Iseul’s words sliced through the air, and though Heeseung tried to diffuse the situation, the tension lingered. “I’m not going to let anyone take you from me,” Iseul whispered to him afterward, her eyes filled with both fear and assurance in an odd way. 

Heeseung, though visibly uncomfortable with Iseul’s outbursts, couldn’t bring himself to push her away. He saw the vulnerability beneath her sharp exterior and felt a sense of responsibility to protect her, even from herself. 

One night, as they sat on a rooftop overlooking the city, Heeseung gently confronted Iseul about her behavior. “You don’t have to fight for me like that,” he said softly, taking her hand in his. “I’m already yours.” For a moment, Iseul’s defenses crumbled, and she admitted her insecurities. “I just... I can’t love you, Heeseung,” she murmured, her voice trembling slightly. Heeseung’s heart ached as he pulled her into a comforting embrace, promising her he wasn’t going anywhere. 

Despite their passionate connection, their relationship often felt like a tug-of-war. Iseul’s fiery love burned brightly but could instantly spiral into destructive jealousy. Heeseung was struggling to balance his desire to be with her and his own personal need for stability. Their interactions were often intense and filled with tender moments and heated arguments. 

Iseul was in love with Heeseung even if they hadn’t been together for long. She quickly got attached to him and she couldn’t let him go so easily either. She saw him as a person but also as someone who was her property and she couldn’t let anyone take what she owned away from her. 

Heeseung worked as an office worker and his company was having a gathering where the workers could come together and bring along their partners but Heeseung’s biggest mistake was letting Iseul come with.

A female coworker, unaware of Iseul’s reputation as the jealous girlfriend, playfully touched Heeseung’s arm as she laughed at one of his jokes. Iseul’s blood boiled instantly. She could feel herself itching to hurt the woman, wanting to claw her black nails into the female’s skin deep enough to make her bleed and leave marks in her flawless skin forever.

Iseul had thoughts like this a lot. Heeseung made her want to hurt people and she knew it wasn’t healthy but she didn’t care. She had to protect him from women who wanted to take advantage of him and use him for their own personal gain.

Iseul, who was standing a few feet away from them, let her feet make their way over to the pair. Her jaw tightened as she got closer, her eyes darkening, looking cold and distant. “You think it’s funny, don’t you?” she spat at the women, her voice dripping with venom. The coworker stammered, confused, but Iseul could care less.

“Get your filthy hands off what’s mine.” She grabbed Heeseung’s wrist and yanked him outside before he could protest. 

Heeseung was embarrassed. He knew bringing Iseul was a bad idea from the start but he knew she’d have something to say if he didn’t bring her. He also knew that his coworkers would be talking about this until God knows when. Talking about how he lets his girlfriend boss him around like he’s the woman in the relationship or how she’s jealous, probably due to insecurity.

Heeseung didn’t have anything to say to Iseul. He honestly didn’t have any words, just letting her call a cab for them and drive them to the apartment they shared together, staying quiet the entire ride home. 

As they entered inside the apartment, the second the door closed, Iseul pinned him against it, her voice low and menacing. “You’re mine, Heeseung. I hate having to remind you.” She pulled him into a bruising kiss. Heeseung didn’t fight back whatsoever. He kissed her back because even though he was embarrassed and terrified, he was also thrilled in a sick way.  

Oh, and it didn’t stop there. 

Iseul’s jealousy reached a fever pitch at a nightclub. Heeseung, as usual, had attracted attention just by being his kind and approachable self but also by being a good-looking guy. A woman at the bar kept making excuses to talk to him, even brushing her hand against his. Iseul, watching from a distance, snapped. She stormed over, grabbing the woman’s drink from her hand and throwing it in her face. “He’s not available.” Security had to intervene but Iseul didn’t care even as she and Heeseung were practically thrown out of the club.

And as usual, they went home, the car ride silent and when they’d get inside of their apartment, the tension between them erupted into a fiery encounter. Her dominance in the bedroom mirrored her control over their relationship. She demanded everything from Heeseung—his love, loyalty, and complete surrender. And Heeseung, despite knowing how destructive she was, gave in willingly every time. 

Weeks later, after the nightclub situation, Heeseung was invited to a friend’s wedding and of course, he brought Iseul along. Heeseung had already talked with her prior to this event about controlling herself even if it was hard but no, the opposite of controlling herself happened. 

A bridesmaid had been openly flirting with Heeseung throughout the night, and Iseul was visibly seething. When the woman leaned in too close during a group photo, Iseul snapped. She yanked Heeseung away, her voice icy as she addressed the bridesmaid. “I don’t care if this is your best friend’s wedding. Touch him again, and you’ll regret it.” The situation quickly escalated when Iseul, the woman in front of everyone, left the entire wedding party stunned. 

Heeseung tried to calm her down, but Iseul’s rage was unstoppable. “Do you enjoy this? Watching them throw themselves at you? Do you like hurting me?” she screamed at him later that night, tears streaming down her face. This was their daily cycle. 

She would get mad, cause a scene, get kicked out or leave, get a cab, and have a silent car ride, arrive home, and have sex, or Heeseung would try to explain how he felt about the situation even though Iseul would sometimes get pissed and turn his words against him. This was their cycle, a never-ending one.

Despite her unhinged behavior, Heeseung loved her, and he didn’t know how many times he had to say it. He loved Iseul and he knew she did everything out of care for him. He was infatuated, addicted to the intensity of her love. Iseul had a way of making him feel wanted like no one else ever had, even if it came at a cost. 

After each explosive fight, she would pull him close, her touch both possessive and tender. “You belong to me,” she’d whisper, her lips brushing against his neck. And in those moments, Heeseung couldn’t imagine being anywhere else but with her.

But as time went on, Iseul’s control over their relationship became suffocating. She monitored his phone, questioned his every move, and isolated him from his friends. Jungwon even tried to intervene once Heeseung started telling him these things, even having to witness it for himself along with his other friends. 

Let’s take it back three weeks ago.

The air was light and jovial as Heeseung sat around the table with closest friends—Jungwon, Jake, Sunghoon, Jay, Sunoo, and Niki–reminiscing about old memories. 

The group had gathered at a cozy cafe for a rare chance to catch up, and everyone was high in spirits. Joining them was Minji, Heeseung’s childhood friend, whose bubbly personality and playful demeanor had everyone smiling (except Iseul). She had been reminiscing about their younger days, leaning close to Heeseung as she laughed about their old antics. 

“You remember how I used to always beat you at soccer, Heeseung?” Minji teased, nudging his arm playfully. Her eyes sparkled with nostalgia. “And how you used to blush whenever I called you cute? I swear, you had the biggest crush on me back then!” she added, giggling.

Iseul, seated beside Heeseung, had been unusually quiet during the exchange, her sharp dark brown eyes narrowing as she watched Minji’s hand linger a little too long on his arm. The tension in her posture was palpable, but no one addressed it—until she finally broke her silence. 

“Wow, Minji,” Iseul said, her tone sarcastic. “It’s so cute how you’re stuck in the past. But unfortunately. Heeseung’s moved on. You should too.” The table fell silent as all eyes turned to her. Heeseung’s face turned pale, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

Minji blinked, startled. “I–I didn’t mean anything by it,” she stammered, glancing at Heeseung for reassurance, help even. 

“Oh, I’m sure you didn’t.” Iseul replied, her smile as sharp as a knife. “But just so we’re clear, Heeseung doesn’t need to be reminded of some childish crush. He has me now. And trust me, I give him everything he needs.” Her hand moved to Heeseung’s thigh under the table, gripping it possessively.

Jungwon, sensing the growing tension, stepped in. “Iseul, come on, she’s just joking around. Minji and Heeseung are old friends–there’s no harm in reminiscing.” 

Iseul’s gaze snapped at Jungwon, her expression darkening. “Old friends? Is that what you call flirting these days?” she shot back. “If you’re so concerned about my boyfriend, maybe you should focus on being better friends instead of letting random women paw at him.”

Jake leaned forward trying to defuse the situation. “Iseul, that’s not fair. Minji didn’t mean anything by it. She’s always been like this with Heeseung–it’s harmless.”

“Harmless?” Iseul’s laugh was bitter. “You don’t think I see the way she looks at him? The way she touches him? If you all think this okay, then maybe you’re the problem.”

As her voice grew sharper, Heeseung finally spoke, his voice weak. “Iseul, please, it’s not–”

“Shut up, Heeseung,” Iseul interrupted, her words silencing him instantly. She turned her piercing gaze back to Minji. “And you,” she started, “If you ever touch him again, I promise next time it won’t be pretty.”

The table was frozen in awkward silence, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Sunghoon opened his mouth to speak, but Jay nudged him, shaking his head. It was clear no one knew how to handle Iseul’s outburst. 

After a moment, Iseul stood, yanking Heeseung’s arm and yanking him up from his seat. “We’re leaving,” she announced coldly, not even sparing the other a glance as she dragged Heeseung out of the cafe.

Once they were gone, the remaining friends exchanged worried looks. “This isn’t normal,” Niki said quietly, his voice filled with concern. “She’s… controlling him.:

Jungwon sighed, rubbing his temples. “I know. But what can we do? Heeseung won’t listen. He’s completely under her thumb.”

“She’s dangerous,” Sunoo murmured, his voice trembling slightly, shaken up from the situation. “We need to find a way to help him before it’s too late.”

Back in Iseul and Heeseung’s car, she gripped onto the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles white, as she drove in tense silence. Heeseung sat in the passenger seat, his head bowed in defeat. “Why do you let them disrespect me like that?” she finally asked, her voice cold.

“They’re my friends, Iseul,” he said softly. 

“No,” she snapped, her eyes flashing as she glanced at him. “They’re just people trying to take you away from me. You belong to me, Heeseung. Not them, me.”

And Heeseung, despite everything, could only nod, too tangled in her web of possessive love to fight back.

The rest of the drive back to their apartment was suffocatingly silent. Heeseung sat motionless in the passenger seat, staring out the window as the city lights blurred into streaks. Iseul’s jaw was clenched, her hands still gripping the steering wheel tightly as though she were fighting to keep control—not just of the car, but of the entire situation. 

When they finally arrived home, Iseul slammed the door shut behind them and threw her keys onto the counter, spinning around to face Heeseung. Her expression was unreadable, a dangerous mix of fury and desperation. “Do you even understand what you put me through back there?” 

Heeseung, already exhausted from the evening, ran a hand through his black hair and sighed. “I didn’t do anything, Iseul. Minji is just a friend. You overreacted, and now everyone thinks–”

“Thinks what?” Iseul interrupted, her voice rising. She stepped closer to him, her eyes wild. “That I’m the crazy girlfriend? That I’m unreasonable for protecting what’s mine? Don’t you dare try to make me feel like I’m the villain here, Heeseung.”

“You are being unreasonable!” Heeseung snapped back, surprisingly even himself.  “Minji wasn’t doing anything wrong. She’s been my friend for years, and you humiliated her—and me—in front of everyone!”

For a moment, the room was silent. Iseul’s lips pressed into a thin line as she stared at him, her chest rising and falling with each sharp breath. Then she laughed—a low, bitter sound that sent a shiver down Heeseung’s spine. 

“You think this is about her?” she said, her voice trembling. “This is about you. You let her touch you. You let her remind you of some stupid crush, like I don’t even exist. Do you have any idea how that feels?”

“Iseul…” Heeseung started, his voice softening, but she cut him off again. 

“No,” she said, stepping closer until there was barely any space between them. Her hands gripped his shirt, pulling him down to her level. “You don’t get to make any excuses. You’re mine, Heeseung. Mine. And if I have to keep reminding you of that, then I will.”

Her lips crashed against his in a fierce, possessive kiss, leaving no room for hesitation. Heeseung froze, torn between resisting and giving in. His body betrayed him, responding to her intensity even as his mind screamed at him to pull away.

The kiss deepened, and Iseul’s grip on him tightened, her dominance overwhelming. She pushed him against the wall, her nails digging into his arms. “Say it,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. “Say you’re mine.” 

Heeseung’s heart pounded in his chest. “I’m yours,” he murmured, the words escaping before he could stop them.

The tension in her shoulders eased slightly. “Good,” she said, her voice softer but not less commanding. When they finally pulled apart, Heeseung slumped against the wall, his head spinning. Iseul stepped back, her expression calm now, almost tender. “I only do this because I love you,” she said quietly, brushing a hand through his hair. “You know that, right?”

Heeseung nodded weakly, unable to meet her gaze. “Yeah. I know.”

But as she walked away, leaving him alone in the dimly lit room, a deep pit of unease settled in his chest. His friends worried faces flashed in his mind, and for the first time, he wondered if they were right.

He was losing himself to her. And the worst part was, he didn’t know if he could ever walk away.

He moved over to the couch, throwing himself on it with his head in his hands, constantly replaying the scene at the cafe and the confrontation in his mind. His friends’ concerned expressions lingered in his thoughts, their unspoken pleas for him to see the truth. But every time he tried to imagine leaving Iseul, his heart twisted painfully. 

In the other room, Iseul sat on the edge of their bed, staring blankly at the floor. Her anger had dissipated, replaced by a gnawing sense of emptiness. She told herself she had done what was necessary to protect their relationship. Yet a small, nagging voice whispered that she was pushing too hard, that she was losing Heeseung even as she clung to him tighter. But instead of addressing her insecurities deeply and openly, she steeled herself, convincing herself that her actions were justified. 

Heeseung’s phone buzzed on the table, breaking the silence. He glanced at the screen; it was a message from Jungwon.

Jungwon: Heeseung, are you okay? We’re really worried about you. You don’t have to deal with this alone. Please talk to us.

His chest tightened as he read the message. He wanted to respond, to reach out for help, but fear and guilt paralyzed him. He knew Jungwon and the other only wanted the best for him, but he also knew how furious Iseul would be if she found out he had confided in them. The memory of her sharp words and the fire in her eyes made his fingers hover uncertainly over the keyboard. 

“I see you’re texting someone.”

Iseul’s voice, which sounded so beautiful when she was calm, cut through the quiet like a knife, making Heeseung jump. She stood in the doorway, her arms crossed and her expression unreadable. Her eyes flicked to his phone, and he quickly loved the screen, shoving it into his pocket.

“It’s just Jungwon,” he mumbled, avoiding her gaze. 

Her lips curved up into a small smile, but there was no warmth in it. “Jungwon, huh? Let me guess—he’s telling you I’m a problem, that you need to leave me, right?”

Jungwon and Iseul had been friends for about a year now and he knew all about her relationship but he never knew why they ended or failed but now he could understand why. Iseul always painted others to be the problem while convincing everyone around her that she was a victim. She’s a master manipulator, if you will, and now that Jungwon is seeing what his best friend is going through, he’s definitely regretting trying to play matchmaker. 

“Iseul, no one said that,” Heeseung replied, his voice shaky.

“They don’t have to say it,” she said, still calm, stepping closer to him. “I can see it in their eyes. They think I’m crazy. They think I’m the problem. But you know better, don’t you, Heeseung? You know how much I care about you and want to protect you. You know how much I love you.”

Heeseung looked up at her, his throat tightening. “I know Iseul. I know you love me.”

“Then why do you let them poison your mind against me?” She asked, her voice shaky like his was moments ago. “Do you want to leave me? Is that it? I mean—after everything we’ve been through?”

Her words hit him like a punch to the gut. He shook his head, his voice barely above a whisper. “No, Iseul. I don’t want to leave you.”

She cupped his face in her hands. “I couldn’t handle losing you, Heeseung. I need you.”

Heeseung’s heart ached as he looked into her eyes. He knew she was scared to lose him; he could feel it. He wanted to help her, fix whatever was broken inside her. But deep down, he knew he was breaking down with her.

Later that night, Iseul had finally fallen asleep. The two heading to their bedroom after the conversation she had instantly went to bed once her head rested on his chest. Heeseung lay awake staring at the ceiling. His phone vibrated against the nightstand. Another message from Jungwon. 

Jungwon: You don’t have to reply. Just know we’re here for you whenever you’re ready.

Tears pricked at Heeseung’s eyes as he read the message. He felt trapped between two worlds—the toxic intensity of his relationship with Iseul and the lifeline his friends were trying to offer. 

Now, fast forward three weeks later. 

Heeseung and Iseul were the same as usual but it got worse. She started getting physical with him. She’d throw things at him, like glass objects, even hitting him and he was scared. He hadn’t contacted anyone for those three weeks because she was watching over him like a hawk and for once in his life, he was genuinely scared. 

The once vibrant Heeseung had become a shadow of himself, his days consumed by fear and the suffocating grip of Iseul’s control growing tighter. 

One evening, after another grueling day of being scrutinized, Heeseung sat quietly at the kitchen table, stirring a cup of tea he didn’t even want. Iseul was pacing back and forth, her voice sharp and accusatory as she berated him over something trivial—a stray sock he’d left on the floor.

This was beyond jealousy now; it was over the smallest things. 

“You don’t care about me, do you?” She slammed her against the kitchen table. The loud noises causing him to flinch. “I give you everything, Heeseung, and this is how you repay me? With disrespect?”

“Iseul, it’s just a sock,” he said weakly

Her eyes darkened, and in an instant, she grabbed the mug of tea and hurled it across the room. It shattered against the wall, tea splattering like a storm of rage. “It’s not about a fucking sock–it’s about you not appreciating me!”

Heeseung’s heart raced as he stood up, his hands shakingly raised defensively. “Iseul, please, calm down. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

But she wasn’t listening. In her fury, she picked up a book from the table and threw it at him. He ducked, the book narrowly missing his head and hitting the floor with a dull thud. She advanced on him, her hand striking his arm hard enough to leave a stinging sensation. 

“You’re pathetic,” her voice filled with anger. “Always trying to make me feel like I’m the problem. Maybe if you weren’t so weak, I wouldn’t have to do this!”

Heeseung didn’t respond. He couldn’t. His mind was screaming at him to leave, to run, but his body wouldn’t move. He was praying that someone would help him. Anyone.

Meanwhile, Jungwon, Jake, and Sunghoon had been growing increasingly worried. They hadn’t heard from Heeseung in weeks, and every attempt to contact him had gone unanswered. Even his social media had gone dark, a glaring red flag that something was wrong.”

“Heeseung's not okay,” Jungwon said firmly during a group meeting at Jake’s apartment. The six of them sat in a tense circle, their faces grim. 

“No shit.” Jay muttered. “The last time we saw him, she dragged him out like a prisoner. He hasn’t even read any of my messages.”

“I say we go to his place and check on him,” Sunghoon said, crossing his arms. “Heeseung might hate us for it, but I don’t care. That girl’s fucking deranged.” 

Niki nodded. “We have to do something. Heeseung’s never been gone for this long without talking to us. What if she’s hurt him?

After a brief discussion, they agreed to visit Heeseung unannounced the following evening. They needed to know if he was okay, even if it meant confronting his crazy girlfriend.

The next night, Heeseung sat in the living room, staring blankly at the TV. Iseul sat beside him. Her arm draped possessively over his shoulders. Every time he shifted, her grip tightened, a silent reminder of her control.

A sudden knock at the door shattered the oppressive quiet. Heeseung stiffened, his eyes darting to Iseul, who immediately rose, her expression hardening. “Stay here,” she commanded, walking toward the door. 

When she opened it, she was met with the sight of Jungwon, Jake, and Sunghoon standing on the threshold. Their faces were a mixture of worry and determination. 

“What are you doing here?” Iseul demanded, blocking the doorway so they couldn’t even get a glimpse of Heeseung.

“We’re here to see Heeseung,” Jungwon said firmly. “Is he home?”

“He’s fine,” she snapped. “You don’t need to see him.”

Jake stepped forward, his tone sharp. “We’re not leaving until we talk to him. Move.”

Iseul’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “I said he’s fine. He doesn’t need you interfering in his life.”

At that moment, Heeseung appeared in the hallway, his pale face and hollow eyes shocking his friends. “Guys…” he started, his voice barely audible. 

“Holy shit, Heeseung, you look terrible,” Sunghoon said, pushing past Iseul before she could stop him. Jake and Jungwon followed, forcing their way inside. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Iseul shouted.

“We’re taking him with us,” Jungwon said coldly, his gaze fixed on Heeseung. “He doesn’t deserve this.”

Heeseung looked between his friends and Iseul, his heart pounding. He wanted to leave to escape the nightmare he’d been living, but the fear of what Iseul might do held him back. 

“You’re not going anywhere, Heeseung,” Iseul said, stepping in front of him and gripping his arm tightly. “You’re staying here. With me.”

“You don’t get to decide that,”Jake said, his voice firm. “Heeseung, if you want to leave, we’re here to help you. Just say the word.”

Tears welled in Heeseung’s eyes as he looked at his friends. For the first time in weeks, a glimmer of hope stirred in chest. But when Iseul’s nails dug into his arm, the hope flickered and nearly died. 

“I…” he hesitated, his voice trembling. 

“You can’t take him,” Iseul said. “He’s mine.”

But as Heeseung reached out, his steady presence grounding Heeseung, the words he had been too afraid to say finally escaped his lips.

“I want to leave,” Heeseung whispered, his voice breaking.”

Iseul’s grip faltered for the briefest moment and in that instant, Jungwon and Jake pulled Heeseung away from her. Iseul screamed, her voice a mix of rage and heartbreak, but Sunghoon stood between her and Heeseung, blocking her path. 

She tried everything to get to him but Sunghoon wouldn’t budge. 

It was finally happening. He was leaving her breaking all of his promises and throwing all of his words out of the window. She watched as they took him, breaking down at the sight. Tears ran down her pale cheeks and she fell to her knees instantly crying her eyes out. He was really gone. He really chose them over her. 

The ride back to Jungwon’s apartment was silent save for the faint hum of the car engine. Heeseung sat in the backseat, staring blankly out the window, his body trembling from exhaustion and the adrenaline that still coursed through him. Jake drove with clenched hands on the wheel, his jaw tight, while Jungwon sat beside him, constantly glancing back at Heeseung with concern.

When they arrived, the group ushered Heeseung inside. Sunghoon locked the door behind them, as if afraid Iseul might appear at any moment. Heeseung sank onto the couch, his shoulders slumped. His friends exchanged worried glances before Jungwon spoke.

“Heeseung, you need to tell us what’s been going on,” he said gently, sitting across from him. “We’ve been worried sick about you.”

Heeseung hesitated, his throat tightening as he tried to find the words. His hands trembled as he ran them through his hair. “I… I don’t even know where to start,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Start anywhere,” Jake said firmly, sitting beside him. “We’re here now. You don’t have to deal with this alone anymore.”

Heeseung let out a shaky breath, the dam of emotions he’d been holding back for weeks finally breaking. “She… she wouldn’t let me leave,” he began, his voice trembling. “She took my phone, monitored everything I did. If I even looked like I was thinking about leaving, she’d lose it. She started throwing things, hitting me…”

Sunoo’s hand flew to his mouth in shock. “She hit you?”

Heeseung nodded, his eyes welling with tears. “It got worse after that night at the café. She blamed me for everything—said I made her act like that, that it was my fault for not loving her enough.”

“That’s not love, Heeseung,” Sunghoon said, his voice low but firm. “That’s manipulation. Abuse.”

“I know,” Heeseung admitted, his voice breaking. “But I couldn’t leave. I was scared of what she might do—to me, to herself. She always made me feel like I owed her something, like I was nothing without her.”

Jay, who had been leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, finally spoke. “You don’t owe her anything, Heeseung. What she did to you wasn’t your fault. You didn’t deserve any of it.”

Heeseung buried his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking as the weight of his ordeal finally came crashing down. Jungwon moved to sit beside him, placing a comforting hand on his back. “We’re going to help you through this,” he said softly. “But you need to promise us that you won’t go back to her.”

“I… I don’t know if I can,” Heeseung admitted, his voice muffled. “She’ll come after me. She always does. And part of me still—” He stopped, his voice catching as he realized what he was about to say.

“You still care about her,” Jake finished for him, his tone understanding but firm. “I get it, Heeseung. But caring about her doesn’t mean you should let her hurt you. You have to put yourself first now.”

Heeseung nodded hesitantly, though the fear in his eyes remained.

The group spent the night keeping Heeseung company, taking turns staying up to ensure he felt safe. They checked in on him constantly, offering him food, water, and comfort. Despite their efforts, Heeseung barely spoke, the trauma of the past weeks weighing heavily on him.

The next morning, Jungwon sat down with Heeseung at the kitchen table, a steaming cup of coffee in front of each of them. “We need to talk about next steps,” Jungwon said carefully. “You can’t just hide here forever. Iseul’s not going to stop looking for you.”

Heeseung’s grip on his mug tightened. “What can I even do? She knows everything about me—where I work, where my family lives…”

“Then we get the authorities involved,” Jungwon said firmly. “We can help you file a restraining order, and if she tries to contact you, she’ll face consequences.”

Heeseung’s eyes widened. “A restraining order? I don’t know, Jungwon. What if that makes her angrier?”

“It’s not about her feelings anymore,” Sunghoon interjected, leaning against the counter. “It’s about keeping you safe. She’s already hurt you, Heeseung. Don’t give her another chance to do it again.”

The words struck a chord in Heeseung, and after a long moment of silence, he nodded. “Okay. I’ll do it.”

The group spent the next few days helping Heeseung gather the necessary evidence to file a restraining order. He finally opened up about the extent of Iseul’s behavior—her constant monitoring, the physical abuse, the threats. Each detail made his friends’ anger grow, but they channeled it into supporting him.

Meanwhile, Iseul’s attempts to contact Heeseung escalated. She sent dozens of messages and left voicemails filled with alternating pleas and threats. Jungwon took Heeseung’s phone to document everything, ensuring there was a clear record of her harassment.

By the time they filed the restraining order, Heeseung felt a small, cautious sense of relief. It wasn’t over—he knew that—but it was a step toward reclaiming his life.

For the first time in weeks, he felt like he could breathe. And with his friends by his side, he dared to believe that he might one day be free of Iseul’s shadow entirely.

The days following the filing of the restraining order were a whirlwind of emotions for Heeseung. Relief, fear, guilt, and a gnawing uncertainty all competed for space in his mind. His friends took turns staying with him at Jungwon’s apartment, ensuring he was never alone, but even their presence couldn’t fully ease the tension in his chest.

One evening, after a particularly long day, Heeseung sat on the couch, staring blankly at the TV while Sunoo rummaged through the kitchen. Sunoo had insisted on making dinner that night, hoping the distraction would help Heeseung relax.

“You’ve barely eaten today,” Sunoo said, breaking the silence as he set a plate of food in front of Heeseung. “You need to take care of yourself, Heeseung. You’ve been through enough.”

Heeseung glanced at the plate, his stomach churning. “I’m not really hungry,” he muttered.

Sunoo frowned but didn’t push. Instead, he sat down beside him, his voice soft. “I know it’s hard right now, but you’re doing the right thing. Getting out of that situation—it’s the bravest thing you’ve ever done.”

Heeseung’s eyes flickered with doubt. “It doesn’t feel brave. It feels… wrong. Like I abandoned her.”

“You didn’t abandon her,” Sunoo said firmly. “She was hurting you, Heeseung. You had to put yourself first, and that’s not wrong.”

A few hours later, Jake and Sunghoon arrived, their presence bringing a slightly lighter atmosphere to the apartment. Jake immediately flopped onto the couch beside Heeseung, slinging an arm around his shoulders.

“You look like you’ve been through a war,” Jake said, half-joking.

Heeseung managed a weak smile. “Feels like it, too.”

“Well, you’re not alone,” Sunghoon said, sitting across from them. “We’re all here for you, no matter what. You don’t have to fight this battle by yourself.”

Their words comforted Heeseung, but a nagging voice in the back of his mind wouldn’t let him fully relax. He knew Iseul too well. She wasn’t the type to give up easily, and her silence since the restraining order had been filed only made him more uneasy.

That unease turned out to be justified.

Late that night, as the group was winding down, Heeseung’s phone buzzed on the coffee table. He froze, his heart pounding as everyone else in the room turned to look at it.

“It’s her, isn’t it?” Jungwon asked, his voice laced with concern.

Heeseung nodded silently, his hands shaking as he picked up the phone. The screen displayed a series of missed calls and texts, all from an unknown number he recognized immediately as Iseul’s.

Iseul: I know where you are.Iseul: You can’t hide from me forever, Heeseung.Iseul: I’ll forgive you if you just come back. Don’t make me do something drastic.

Heeseung’s stomach dropped. He handed the phone to Jungwon, unable to read any more. Jungwon’s jaw clenched as he scrolled through the messages, his anger evident.

“She’s escalating,” Jungwon said grimly. “We need to let the authorities know.”

“Now?” Heeseung asked, his voice trembling.

“Yes, now,” Jay interjected. “This isn’t just harassment anymore. She’s threatening you.”

The group quickly sprang into action, calling the police and providing them with the messages as evidence. The officers assured Heeseung that they would follow up on the case, but their words did little to ease his anxiety.

After the officers left, the group sat in a tense silence. Heeseung felt like a burden, dragging his friends into a situation that seemed to have no end.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice breaking.

“Stop apologizing,” Sunghoon said sharply. “This isn’t your fault, Heeseung. You didn’t ask for any of this.”

“We’re not going anywhere,” Jungwon added, his voice softer but no less firm. “She can try to scare you all she wants, but she won’t get to you as long as we’re here.”

That night, Heeseung finally allowed himself to cry. For weeks, he had bottled up his fear, his pain, and his guilt, but in the safety of his friends’ presence, the dam finally broke. Jungwon and Jake stayed by his side, offering quiet reassurances as he let it all out.

By morning, Heeseung felt lighter, though the shadow of Iseul’s presence still loomed. He wasn’t out of the woods yet, but for the first time in a long time, he believed he might survive this. And with his friends by his side, he was determined to reclaim his life, piece by piece.

In the days following Iseul's threatening messages, Heeseung's friends became increasingly concerned about how far she might go. The restraining order hadn’t deterred her, and her escalating behavior made it clear she wouldn’t stop until she had Heeseung back under her control. Jake, always the practical one, suggested that they start looking into her past to understand more about her motives—and potentially find a way to protect Heeseung further.

“She’s unhinged,” Jake said, scrolling through his laptop as the group gathered at Jungwon’s apartment. “Nobody acts like that out of nowhere. There has to be something in her history—something we can use to get ahead of her.”

“I don’t know if we should dig into her personal life,” Jungwon hesitated, glancing at Heeseung, who was sitting quietly on the couch. “What if it makes things worse?”

Heeseung, who had been largely silent since the ordeal began, finally spoke up. “No. Do it. I need to know what I’m dealing with. I can’t live like this anymore.”

It didn’t take long for the digging to yield results. Jake found a series of social media accounts that seemed abandoned, with cryptic posts hinting at tumultuous past relationships. But it was Sunghoon, searching through local forums, who uncovered something truly unsettling: a police report from two years ago.

“She was in another relationship before you, Heeseung,” Sunghoon said, his face pale as he read the report aloud. “Her ex filed a restraining order against her. He claimed she stalked him, broke into his apartment, and even tried to sabotage his new relationship.”

The room went silent. Heeseung’s face turned pale as the weight of the discovery settled on him. “She’s done this before,” he whispered.

“And it gets worse,” Sunghoon continued, his voice shaking. “Her ex disappeared six months after the restraining order was issued. The case went cold. No evidence, no leads—just gone.”

“Are you saying…?” Sunoo trailed off, his eyes wide with fear.

“I’m saying we might be dealing with someone a lot more dangerous than we thought,” Sunghoon finished grimly.

As they delved deeper, more disturbing details emerged. Iseul’s high school records revealed incidents of violent outbursts and manipulative behavior. She’d been expelled from one school for attacking another student over a supposed slight, and another for threatening a teacher. There were whispers on old forums about her obsessing over a boy who had rejected her, though nothing concrete ever came of it.

“She’s been like this for years,” Jay said, shaking his head in disbelief. “How did we not see this coming?”

“She’s good at hiding it,” Jungwon said quietly. “She came across as so sweet and harmless at first. None of us thought she was capable of…” He hesitated, glancing at Heeseung, “...this.”

Heeseung sat in silence, his hands clenched into fists. He felt sick. The woman he thought he loved, the woman he had trusted, was a stranger to him—a stranger capable of things he could barely comprehend.

That night, the group debated their next steps. Sunghoon wanted to take the information straight to the police, but Jake argued that they needed more evidence to tie Iseul to her ex’s disappearance. Meanwhile, Jungwon suggested confronting Iseul’s parents or old acquaintances to learn more about her behavior.

“Someone has to know what happened with her ex,” Jungwon said. “If we can figure out what pushed her over the edge, maybe we can stop her before she does something worse.”

Heeseung shook his head. “I don’t want to talk to her family. They’ll just defend her. She’s probably been manipulating them, too.”

“We have to try,” Sunoo said gently. “Heeseung, we’re running out of time. She knows where you are, and she’s not going to stop until she gets to you.”

Reluctantly, Heeseung agreed.

The following day, Jake and Sunghoon visited Iseul’s childhood home, posing as concerned friends to her parents. Her mother, a soft-spoken woman with tired eyes, welcomed them in, but her father was immediately defensive.

“What’s this about?” her father demanded, crossing his arms. “If you’re here to talk about Heeseung, we don’t want to hear it.”

“We’re here because we’re worried about her,” Jake lied smoothly. “She’s been struggling, and we’re trying to understand how to help her.”

Her mother sighed, her gaze dropping to the floor. “Iseul has always been… sensitive,” she admitted. “She cares too deeply. Sometimes it gets the better of her.”

“Cares too deeply?” Sunghoon repeated, his tone sharp. “She’s been stalking Heeseung, threatening him. This isn’t just ‘caring.’”

Her father glared at them. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. Iseul’s had a hard life. People misunderstand her.”

Her mother hesitated, then whispered, “There was someone before Heeseung. A boy she loved. When he left her, she was never the same. She became obsessed.”

“What happened to him?” Jake asked, his heart pounding.

Her mother didn’t answer, but the haunted look in her eyes spoke volumes.

When Jake and Sunghoon returned to Jungwon’s apartment and relayed what they’d learned, the room fell into a heavy silence. The pieces were starting to come together, and the picture they painted was terrifying.

“She’s done this before,” Jungwon said grimly. “And if we don’t stop her, she’ll do it again.”

“What if she already has something planned?” Sunoo asked, his voice trembling.

Heeseung’s stomach churned as he looked at his friends. “Then we don’t wait for her to act,” he said, his voice steady despite the fear in his eyes. “We go to the police, and we stop her before it’s too late.”

Unbeknownst to them, Iseul was already watching. From a parked car down the street, she observed the comings and goings at Jungwon’s apartment, her fingers drumming against the steering wheel. She knew they were digging into her past, and she wasn’t about to let them ruin everything.

“Heeseung,” she murmured to herself, her eyes narrowing. “You belong to me. And no one is going to take you away.”

The game was far from over.

The next few days were filled with a quiet but intense determination. Heeseung’s friends, now more committed than ever to uncovering the truth about Iseul, dove headfirst into researching her past. Heeseung, though exhausted and still haunted by the relentless fear she instilled in him, reluctantly shared everything he knew. Every detail about her childhood, her trauma, and her obsession with control became key pieces to understanding the woman who was slowly dismantling his life.

“Iseul told me a lot over the years,” Heeseung said one night, as they sat around the living room. The tension was palpable, but his voice was steady as he continued. “She said her parents were emotionally abusive. She told me they would always put pressure on her to be perfect, to get everything right. She said they used to hit her when she failed to meet their expectations... and that they always told her she was worthless. That’s why she always has to be in control of everything around her. If she lets go, she feels like she’s going to break.”

Jungwon frowned, his fingers gripping the edge of the coffee table. “That explains a lot. It’s not just about you, Heeseung. She’s trying to control everything because she’s never had control in her own life.”

Sunghoon, who had been quietly listening, added, “It’s like a need for power. She’s so obsessed with keeping hold of you because it’s the one thing that makes her feel like she’s not completely helpless. Like she’s in charge.”

“That’s why she’s so possessive,” Jake murmured, his mind racing as he processed the new information. “But it’s more than just wanting you, Heeseung. It’s about her needing you to need her. She has to be the one pulling the strings, or everything falls apart.”

“I think we’ve been looking at it all wrong,” Jay said, his voice tinged with realization. “We’ve been thinking of her as some crazy ex or jealous girlfriend. But she’s not just obsessed with Heeseung—she’s obsessed with control. And if she doesn’t have control, she completely unravels.”

Heeseung swallowed, his eyes clouded with guilt and fear. “I just wanted to help her. I didn’t know how deep it went. I didn’t know how far she’d go to keep me.”

“It’s not your fault,” Sunoo said, giving him a reassuring look. “You didn’t make her this way. And we’re going to fix this. We just need to understand her more.”

The team spent the next several days digging deeper. They scoured every piece of information they could find about Iseul—old school records, past social media accounts, even public records of her family history. What they uncovered was chilling.

Iseul’s parents had never been arrested for abuse, but there were whispers about their reputation within the small community they lived in. The more they dug, the clearer it became that her family had a history of mistreating her, both emotionally and physically. Her father had been a domineering figure, frequently found yelling at her in public, and her mother, though seemingly soft-spoken, had a cold, calculating air about her. Heeseung remembered the way Iseul had spoken about them, and he realized how much her mother’s behavior mirrored Iseul’s own—controlling, suffocating, and manipulative.

“I found something,” Jake said, breaking the silence one evening as he sat at his laptop. The group gathered around him, their collective eyes wide with anticipation.

“It’s an article from years ago,” Jake explained, his finger pointing at the screen. “It’s about Iseul’s mom, Mi-Young. Apparently, there was a case where Mi-Young was involved in a major fraud scheme, scamming people out of their savings. She was caught, but the case was dropped. They say it was because of her connections in the community. But what’s important is that, during the investigation, several witnesses came forward, talking about how Mi-Young had a terrifying grip on her daughter. They say she’d make Iseul do things to ‘earn her love.’ It’s all tied to that same need for control.”

“Is it possible Iseul learned that behavior from her mother?” Jungwon asked quietly, his voice filled with disbelief. “That she was taught to manipulate and control from a young age?”

Jake nodded grimly. “It seems like it. She’s repeating the cycle. And now, Heeseung, you’re the target.”

Sunghoon leaned forward, his expression dark. “This is bad. We thought we could reason with her, but it’s clear that we’re dealing with someone who has no idea what healthy love looks like. Someone who’s been conditioned to believe that control is the only form of affection.”

Heeseung felt his stomach churn. He had always known Iseul’s love was intense, but he hadn’t realized it was toxic—born out of years of manipulation and abuse. She wasn’t just someone with a simple jealousy problem; she had been shaped by abuse into a person who thought control and obsession were signs of love.

“I don’t know how to stop this,” Heeseung admitted, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. “I just wanted to be there for her. But now... I don’t know who she really is anymore.”

“You’re not the one who’s changed,” Jake said gently. “She’s the one who’s twisted everything. We just need to focus on getting you out of her grip. And for that, we need to keep looking at her past. There’s got to be something we can use to make her see that this isn’t love. It’s control, and it’s destroying both of you.”

Over the next week, the group continued to dig deeper, slowly peeling back layers of Iseul’s past. They discovered more disturbing details about her relationships, including an ex-boyfriend who had filed a restraining order against her for stalking and harassment. The police report detailed how she had bombarded him with dozens of texts and calls after their breakup, showing the same obsessive tendencies she had shown with Heeseung. The pattern was undeniable.

“She’s not capable of seeing how destructive this is,” Sunghoon said, shaking his head. “She’s been taught that this kind of obsession is normal. It’s how she learned to love.”

“And she’s using the same tactics with you, Heeseung,” Jungwon added. “This is a cycle of abuse that goes back generations. And until she gets help, it’s not going to stop.”

“Maybe it’s time to try and confront her about it,” Sunoo suggested. “If we confront her with the truth, maybe she’ll see the damage she’s doing.”

But Heeseung couldn’t shake the fear in his chest. “What if it just makes things worse?”

“She’s already made things worse,” Jake said. “We can’t let her keep hurting you like this. We need to make her see that she’s destroying everything—everyone—around her.”

But as they gathered the final pieces of the puzzle, it became clear that confronting Iseul wouldn’t be as simple as revealing her past. The deeper they went into her history, the more they realized how deeply embedded her need for control was—and how far she was willing to go to keep it.

After weeks of research and discussions, the group finally reached a decision. They couldn’t keep running, and they couldn’t keep living in fear. They needed to confront Iseul, to make her face the truth about her past, her actions, and what she had been doing to Heeseung. Despite knowing how dangerous and volatile she could be, they decided they had no other choice. If they didn’t stop her now, things would only escalate further.

The plan was simple: they would draw Iseul in with Heeseung. She would be lured into thinking this was just another moment where she could reclaim him, control him. But once she was there, they would make sure the truth came crashing down on her. It was risky—too risky—but it was the only way to break the cycle.

The night before the confrontation, Heeseung was a mess. His hands shook as he stared at the group in the dimly lit living room. His friends tried to reassure him, but the fear in his eyes was undeniable.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Heeseung said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m scared... of what she’ll do. I don’t want her to hurt anyone, but I don’t know how to stop her.”

Jungwon placed a firm hand on his shoulder, trying to offer a sense of calm. “You’re not alone, Heeseung. We’re doing this together. You’re stronger than you think, and we’re not going to let her hurt you anymore.”

“She’s not just hurting him,” Jake added, his voice low but full of conviction. “She’s been hurting all of us, and we can’t let her keep doing this.”

Heeseung nodded weakly but still looked unconvinced. The knot in his stomach tightened as he thought of Iseul—her eyes, filled with obsession and possessiveness, the way she could easily switch from sweet to violent in the blink of an eye. He didn’t know if he could handle facing that again.

The plan was set into motion the next evening. The group had managed to find a time when Iseul had been unusually quiet, as though she were planning something. They figured it was her moment of vulnerability. She had always been unpredictable, but she had never been one to resist Heeseung for long.

Heeseung called her from his phone, his voice shaking as he told her he needed to see her. She didn’t hesitate, immediately agreeing to come over. The tension in the apartment was thick with anxiety as the group made their final preparations. Heeseung sat on the couch, staring down at his phone, silently pleading for strength.

“I’m going to try to keep her calm,” Heeseung said to the group, looking at each of them in turn. “Please... don’t do anything unless she goes too far. I don’t want this to turn into a mess.”

Jungwon nodded. “You have to trust us, Heeseung. We won’t let her hurt you.”

The doorbell rang. The moment had come.

Iseul stood at the door, her presence immediately overwhelming the room. Her eyes, cold and calculating, scanned the group, her lips curling into a smile when they landed on Heeseung. Her beauty, though undeniably striking, only heightened the sense of danger that surrounded her.

“Heeseung,” she cooed, her voice sweet yet laced with something darker. “I knew you couldn’t stay away. I’m always here for you.”

Heeseung stood from the couch, his legs unsteady as he moved toward her. “Iseul... we need to talk. It’s time.”

Her eyes narrowed, her smile faltering for just a split second. “Talk?” she repeated, her tone suddenly hard. “What do we need to talk about?”

The group stood silently behind Heeseung, the tension palpable. Jungwon was the first to speak, his voice calm but firm.

“We need to talk about everything, Iseul,” he said. “About what you’ve been doing to Heeseung. About the way you’ve been controlling him, manipulating him... and about your past.”

Her eyes flicked from Jungwon to the others, her expression darkening. “What are you talking about?” she snapped, her hand twitching slightly toward the pocket of her jacket where a knife was hidden. The group noticed it immediately but stayed calm.

“We know about your parents,” Sunghoon continued, his voice cutting through the air like a knife. “We know about how you were abused. We know you’ve been using Heeseung to fill that void in your life, to make up for the control you never had as a child.”

Iseul’s expression shifted to one of disbelief, her eyes widening for a moment as she took a step back. “You... you don’t know anything about me!” she hissed. “You think you can just dig into my life and expose me like this? You think you can tell me what to do?”

“We’re not telling you what to do, Iseul,” Sunghoon said softly, his voice unwavering. “We’re telling you that what you’re doing is wrong. You’re hurting him, and you’re hurting yourself in the process. You need help.”

“Stop,” Heeseung pleaded, stepping forward, his voice shaking. “Iseul, please... this isn’t love. This is control. You’ve been controlling me, manipulating me, and I can’t keep living like this. You’re breaking me.”

The words seemed to hit her like a slap. For a moment, she looked genuinely stunned, her face contorting with anger and confusion. “I’m not controlling you!” she screamed, her voice rising. “I love you, Heeseung. I love you more than anyone ever could! You can’t leave me. You can’t!”

“I’m not leaving you,” Heeseung said, his voice breaking. “I’m asking you to leave me. I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep living in fear.”

Iseul’s eyes hardened, her lips curling into a snarl. “You think you can leave me? You think you can just walk away?” Her hand shot out, grabbing a vase off the table and throwing it at the wall, the sharp crash filling the room. She moved toward Heeseung in a blur, her hand grabbing his wrist with terrifying force, her nails digging into his skin.

“You’re mine,” she hissed, her voice low and venomous. “You’ll always be mine. And no one will ever take you from me.”

Before anyone could move, Jungwon stepped forward, placing himself between Iseul and Heeseung, trying to de-escalate the situation. “Iseul, this isn’t the way. This needs to stop. You can’t keep doing this.”

But she only pushed him aside, her face twisted with rage. “You think you can take him from me?” she spat. “Heeseung is mine! You’ll never understand! You’ll never feel what I feel for him!”

The group tried to step in, but the chaos was overwhelming. Iseul was breaking down in front of them, and it was clear—she wasn’t ready to face the truth.

In that moment, Heeseung realized how deep the damage ran. Iseul wasn’t just a woman in love. She was a person broken by years of abuse, unable to comprehend anything beyond control and possession. And no matter how much he wanted to help her, he understood now that he couldn’t fix this alone.

She was too far gone. The confrontation had only pushed her deeper into her spiral, and Heeseung was once again caught in the storm of her fury.

As the confrontation escalated, Iseul’s once-contained demeanor began to unravel before everyone’s eyes. Her face twisted in a way that was almost unrecognizable, the mask of control she had so carefully built over the years cracking under the pressure. She stood there, her chest heaving, the words from Heeseung and his friends hanging in the air like a heavy weight she couldn’t shake off.

Her eyes darted around the room, from one person to the next, as if searching for someone who could make it all stop, someone who could tell her that this wasn’t real—that she wasn’t being exposed, that she wasn’t losing control. But no one came to her rescue. The silence between them grew unbearable. Iseul could feel it—the suffocating reality that she was alone, that the walls she had so carefully built around herself were falling down. Her lips trembled as her hands began to shake.

“You’re all lying,” Iseul whispered, her voice barely audible, yet still sharp with disbelief. Her eyes locked onto Heeseung’s, pleading, desperate. “This isn’t what you think. I love you, Heeseung. I love you more than anyone ever could. You’re mine… I need you.”

Heeseung stood there, heart pounding in his chest. He saw the brokenness in her eyes, the desperation, and the chaos that was beginning to spill out. He hated seeing her like this, but he knew, deep down, it had gone too far. “Iseul, this isn’t love,” he said softly, his voice quivering with both fear and sorrow. “This is control. You’ve been controlling me, manipulating me. I can’t keep doing this, I can’t keep being the person you need me to be.”

She took a step back as if struck by the words, her body swaying slightly. “No, no,” she muttered, her voice shaky but louder now. “You can’t leave me, Heeseung. You can’t. I gave you everything. I did everything for you, and you’re going to throw it all away? You—” Her words caught in her throat, her breathing growing shallow and erratic.

Before anyone could react, she stumbled, her legs giving way beneath her as her hands gripped her hair, pulling at it as if she were trying to hold herself together. She collapsed to her knees on the floor, her body shaking violently. The sound that came from her wasn’t human—it was a gut-wrenching, primal sob that seemed to come from deep within her. It was the sound of someone whose mind had finally fractured, someone who had pushed themselves too far for too long.

“I’ve never been good enough for anyone!” she cried out, her voice cracking. “Not for my parents, not for you, Heeseung. I’ve always had to be perfect, always had to be everything everyone wanted me to be. And now you’re all telling me that I’m nothing, that I’m broken. But I am, aren’t I? I’m nothing but a monster.”

Jungwon stepped forward cautiously, his heart aching at the sight of her—this was no longer just a woman possessed by obsession; this was someone who had been destroyed by the years of abuse, who had been crushed by the weight of her own need for control. He knelt beside her, trying to offer some sense of comfort, but he was careful, knowing how volatile she could be.

“Iseul, no one is calling you a monster,” Jungwon said softly, his tone as gentle as he could muster. “You’ve been through a lot. We know that. But what you’re doing to Heeseung isn’t healthy. You’re hurting him—and yourself.”

She looked up at him, her tear-streaked face filled with raw emotion. “You don’t get it,” she spat bitterly, pushing him away as if he were the cause of her pain. “None of you get it. You think you can fix me. You think you can just make me better, make everything okay. But I’m beyond that, okay? I’m not fixable. I was never fixable.”

The group was taken aback by the venom in her voice, but they pressed on. They couldn’t let her spin this any longer, couldn’t let her use her pain as a weapon to hurt others. Heeseung, though his heart was breaking at the sight of her, knew this was the moment when everything would change—when she either broke free of her control or became completely consumed by it.

“Iseul,” Heeseung said softly, stepping closer to her despite his fear. “You are fixable, but you can’t do it alone. You need help, and I can’t be the one to help you anymore. I’ve been trying to be there for you, but it’s hurting both of us. This isn’t love. This isn’t how love is supposed to feel.”

She gasped, her eyes wild with panic. “No! Don’t say that. Please don’t say that.” She grabbed his arm, her fingers digging into his skin with painful intensity. “You can’t leave me, Heeseung. I need you. I can’t breathe without you. Don’t leave me like this. I’ll die without you. I swear I will!”

Heeseung recoiled, his chest tightening as she clung to him, her grip almost suffocating. The desperation in her eyes was chilling, and he could see the spiraling collapse that was unfolding before him. This wasn’t the woman he had once loved. This was someone who had been broken so many times by life and her past that there was nothing left but the need to consume, to possess, to destroy.

“I’m not leaving you, Iseul,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I can’t stay in this toxic cycle anymore. I need to be free. We need to break free from this.”

Her eyes widened, her chest rising and falling erratically as her breath became shallow. “No... no, no, no!” she screamed, her voice rising in pitch until it was a raw, guttural scream that echoed throughout the room. Her face twisted in agony as she sank back to the floor, her hands reaching for anything, for something to hold on to.

“I can’t lose you, Heeseung,” she cried out, her body wracked with sobs. “I can’t lose you... I can’t be alone again.” She curled into herself, her sobs growing louder and more desperate as the weight of her own fractured mind began to collapse in on her.

The group stood frozen, not knowing how to react to this meltdown. They knew that they couldn’t let this continue. They couldn’t let Iseul drag Heeseung down into the abyss with her. But the tragedy was clear—she was so deep in her own torment, so lost in her need for control, that she didn’t see the damage she had caused.

“We’ll help you, Iseul,” Sunghoon said, his voice firm, but sympathetic. “But only if you let us. You need to get help. This can’t keep going on.”

She didn’t respond. Her sobs were the only answer, a sound that tore through the room, raw and vulnerable. Heeseung watched her, torn between the woman he had once known and the monster she had become. He didn’t know if there was a way back for her, but he knew one thing for certain—he couldn’t save her anymore. Not like this.

Iseul’s sobs slowly began to quiet, her body trembling as the weight of her emotional breakdown still clung to her like a heavy blanket. The silence that followed was thick, and the room seemed to close in around her, as though the very air itself was holding its breath. Her chest rose and fell in shallow bursts, but her frantic energy seemed to be ebbing, leaving her more vulnerable and exposed than ever before.

Heeseung stood a few feet away, his hands trembling as he watched her—watching the woman who had once been so full of life, now reduced to a fragile, broken version of herself. His heart ached for her, but he knew that nothing would ever change unless she truly faced the reality of what was happening between them.

"I-I can't lose you," Iseul whispered hoarsely, her eyes now softer, almost pleading. Her voice was no longer the wild scream it had been moments before, but instead, there was a subtle fragility in her words. "Please, Heeseung... please don't leave me. I can't handle being alone. I can't."

Heeseung’s heart twisted in his chest at the sight of her vulnerability. He could see it now—the rawness, the brokenness that had been hidden behind her need for control. She wasn’t just a woman obsessed with him; she was someone who had suffered deeply, someone who had never been able to find solace or peace. He knew he couldn’t save her on his own, but he also knew that he couldn’t leave her in this state.

“Iseul…” Heeseung started softly, his voice filled with a quiet ache. “I’m not leaving you because I don’t care. I’m not leaving you because I hate you. I’m leaving because I want you to get better. I want you to heal. But you can’t heal when you’re holding on to me like this. You need help, and I can’t be the one to fix you. I’m not strong enough for that, and neither are you.”

Iseul's head hung low as she listened, her fingers curling tightly into her palms as she fought to keep herself composed. She nodded slowly, her breathing still shallow but more controlled now. “I understand,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’ve been so lost, so selfish... I didn’t realize how much I was pushing you away. I never wanted to hurt you. I just... I don’t know how to exist without you.”

“Iseul…” Heeseung took a tentative step forward, his eyes softening as he reached out, placing a hand gently on her arm. “You don’t have to exist for me. You need to exist for yourself. You need to find yourself again. You can’t keep defining your worth by what I can give you.”

Her eyes flickered up to his, the familiar spark of something once tender shining through the haze of her madness. For a brief moment, it seemed like the woman he had fallen in love with might still be there, buried beneath the layers of fear and possessiveness.

“I’ll go,” she said quietly, her voice quieter than it had been all night. “I’ll get help. I’ll go to therapy… I’ll work on myself. But, Heeseung…” She looked up at him, her eyes wide and vulnerable, her voice soft but insistent. “I can’t let you go completely. I can’t. I need you. I love you. Can’t we... can’t we still be together? Even just a little? I’ll try. I’ll try to change, I swear.”

The plea in her voice stung, a mixture of desperation and the remnants of the love she still felt for him. Heeseung’s heart clenched again as he processed her words, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. He had never wanted to hurt her, never wanted to see her like this, but he knew that as much as he cared for her, being with her in this toxic, suffocating state wasn’t fair to either of them.

“I don’t know, Iseul,” Heeseung said quietly, his voice tight with conflict. “I really don’t know. I want to believe you, I do. But it’s going to take time. You can’t just fix everything overnight. I can’t be the one who keeps holding you up while you’re falling apart.”

She nodded, her expression softened, almost resigned, though the longing in her eyes remained. “I’ll try, Heeseung. I promise I will try. Just... please don’t leave me. Please don’t completely shut me out.”

For a moment, Heeseung just stood there, watching her. The room had quieted down, the tension still hanging in the air like a thick fog. Heeseung closed his eyes for a brief moment, taking a slow breath. He wanted to help her, he really did, but he knew he couldn’t continue like this—not while she was still so unstable.

“I’ll be here for you, Iseul,” Heeseung said softly, his tone gentle but firm. “I’m not abandoning you. But I can’t be everything for you anymore. You need to take responsibility for your own healing. I can’t keep trying to fix you.”

Iseul took a deep breath, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she looked up at him. Her voice was barely a whisper, a plea that hung in the air. “You don’t have to fix me, Heeseung. Just don’t leave me completely. Please. I need you to be here... with me.”

Heeseung’s heart twisted again as he looked at her, seeing the quiet desperation in her gaze. For a moment, he almost gave in. But then he remembered everything that had happened, everything that had brought them to this point. He knew the road ahead was going to be long, and he couldn’t keep enabling her behavior. He couldn’t let his own feelings cloud the truth.

“I’ll be here,” Heeseung finally said, his voice steady but full of sadness. “But I need you to promise me something, Iseul. I need you to promise me that you’ll get the help you need. That you’ll take this seriously. And that you’ll give yourself the time to heal, even if it means we can’t be together for a while.”

Iseul’s eyes softened as she nodded slowly. “I promise,” she whispered, her voice fragile but sincere. “I’ll do anything, Heeseung. I just... I just need you to give me a chance. Just a little one.”

Heeseung hesitated, but then gave a small, pained smile. “We’ll see. But right now, you need to focus on yourself. That’s the most important thing. If we’re going to have a future, it’s going to start with you, Iseul. You.”

She nodded, looking down at her hands for a moment as if processing his words. Then, slowly, she looked up at him with a more composed expression, a quiet determination in her eyes. “I will. I promise.”

As Iseul slowly stood up, her body still trembling slightly from the emotional collapse earlier, Heeseung couldn’t help but feel a mixture of hope and dread. She had agreed to get help, but the road ahead would be difficult. The damage had been done, and he wasn’t sure if they would ever truly be able to go back to the way things were. But for now, all he could do was watch her take the first step toward healing—and hope that, one day, they both might find a way to move forward.

It had been a few months since the chaotic events that had nearly torn Heeseung and Iseul apart. During that time, Iseul had taken the necessary steps to heal, as painful as it had been. She went through therapy, committed herself to understanding her past, confronting the trauma that had shaped her, and taking time to reflect on her own behaviors. Slowly, the sharp edges of her personality that had once been suffocating, even dangerous, began to soften. Therapy had become her sanctuary, a space where she could express her fears, regrets, and emotions, all while learning how to process them in healthy ways.

The change wasn’t immediate, but it was profound. Iseul grew stronger, calmer, and more aware of her own feelings. She started to rebuild herself from the inside out, and the most noticeable change was her appearance. Her once-tired eyes, often filled with anxiety and fear, now sparkled with clarity and confidence. The lines of stress around her face softened, and her smile—once guarded—was now open and genuine. She looked healthier, more vibrant, as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. The vulnerability that had defined her before was still there, but now it was balanced with strength, a strength born from acceptance and self-growth.

One afternoon, after a long day of therapy and self-care, Iseul decided to visit Heeseung. She hadn’t seen him in a while, and while she was still unsure of their future together, she felt ready to face him—not as the broken person she once was, but as someone who had learned to stand on her own.

It was a Saturday, and Heeseung was with his friends—Jungwon, Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, Niki, and Jay—at a café they frequented. They had been talking about everything from their recent plans to life in general when Iseul walked through the door. The bell above the café door chimed softly, but it was the way she walked in that caught everyone’s attention. It was calm and composed, her posture confident, as if she had shed the skin of her former self and emerged into something entirely new.

Heeseung’s eyes locked on her the moment she entered. The shift was subtle at first, but as his gaze lingered on her, the change became undeniable. Iseul had always been beautiful, but now, there was something different about her—something deeper. Her eyes, once filled with tension, now glistened with a calm radiance that made her even more striking. Her long hair fell around her shoulders in soft waves, the strands catching the light in a way that made her look almost ethereal. The clothes she wore were simple, but there was an understated elegance about them. Everything about her screamed maturity, and it was hard for Heeseung to ignore the way his heart skipped a beat when he saw her.

The rest of the group noticed it too. They exchanged glances, each of them surprised by the transformation. Sunghoon was the first to speak.

“She looks… different,” he said softly, leaning over to Jake. “Like, in a good way. You can tell she’s been working on herself.”

“I was just about to say the same thing,” Jake replied, his eyes following Iseul’s every movement. “She seems so... peaceful now.”

Iseul walked up to the table, her steps graceful, her eyes meeting Heeseung’s with a quiet confidence. She smiled at him, a genuine, unguarded smile that made his heart swell. The tension between them was still there, but it was softer now—more like the remnants of something that had once been intense but was now being gently set aside.

“Heeseung,” she said, her voice steady and calm, with a warmth he hadn’t heard in months.

“Heeseung, we need to talk,” she added, her eyes soft but earnest.

Heeseung swallowed, unsure of how to react, but the old protective instinct kicked in, and he stood up to greet her. There was a small lump in his throat, but he managed a smile, though it was more hesitant than before.

“Iseul,” he said, the word coming out like a breath of relief, as if he hadn’t realized how much he missed her until this very moment. “You look… different. Good different. How have you been?”

“I’ve been doing a lot better,” Iseul said with a small laugh, though it was laced with a trace of sadness. “It hasn’t been easy, but I’m working on it. I’ve been going to therapy. I’ve been focusing on myself—getting healthier.”

“I can see that,” Heeseung replied, his gaze lingering on her face. “You’ve changed, Iseul. You look… happier. More like yourself. The way you carry yourself, it’s like you’ve found peace.”

Iseul smiled softly, nodding. “I’m getting there. It’s a work in progress, but I’m finally at a place where I can breathe again.”

The group of friends, watching from the side, exchanged looks of approval. They had all been worried about Iseul’s mental state during the worst of it, but now, seeing her this way, they could tell that she had truly made strides.

Just then, Minji walked into the café, and her eyes immediately found Heeseung and Iseul. There was a moment of hesitation, but then Minji smiled warmly and walked over to the group, greeting everyone before her eyes settled on Iseul.

“Hey, Iseul,” Minji said, her tone friendly but curious. “You look... amazing. What’s been going on with you?”

Iseul turned to Minji, offering a soft smile. “I’ve been working on myself. Taking time to get better, to heal. I know I haven’t been the easiest person to be around, but I’m trying to make things right.”

Minji raised an eyebrow but smiled back. “I’m glad to hear that. I know it wasn’t easy for you. But you’re doing great, I can tell.”

Iseul’s smile widened slightly as she nodded, appreciative of the kind words. Then she turned to Heeseung again, her gaze softening. “I’ve missed you, you know. I’ve missed us. I know things can’t go back to the way they were, but I want us to find a way to move forward, even if it means starting slow.”

Heeseung felt a pang in his chest as he looked at her, seeing the vulnerability in her eyes that still remained despite her progress. “I’ve missed you too, Iseul,” he admitted, his voice quiet but sincere. “It’s been hard, but I’m glad to see you’re doing better. I just want you to be happy—whether that means with me or not. You deserve to find peace, Iseul.”

The group watched in silence, a sense of relief washing over them. There was no more tension in the air, no more feeling of uncertainty. For the first time in a long while, everything felt *normal*—like there was hope for the future. The heavy weight that had once consumed Iseul seemed to have lifted, and though there were still some unanswered questions between her and Heeseung, it was clear that they were both on a journey of healing.

As the group continued to chat, with Minji teasing Iseul about her newfound serenity and the others sharing small jokes, Heeseung and Iseul found themselves falling into an easy conversation. There was no longer any strain in the way they spoke, no sense of urgency. The quiet bond they once had was slowly beginning to stitch itself back together, thread by thread.

For the first time in a long while, Heeseung felt like there might be hope—for both of them.

As the weeks passed, Heeseung’s interactions with Iseul became more frequent. She had kept her promise to continue with her therapy and was genuinely making progress, slowly but surely. Each time they met, Heeseung saw a new side of her—one that was more open, more willing to accept her flaws, and more determined to heal. Iseul’s growth was visible not just in her emotional stability but in the way she handled situations that would have once triggered a meltdown. She was learning how to manage her insecurities, how to communicate more effectively, and most importantly, how to give space to Heeseung instead of suffocating him with her needs. 

For Heeseung, seeing Iseul like this was both comforting and confusing. There was a part of him that wanted to trust that she had truly changed, but the memory of everything they had gone through still lingered, like a shadow he couldn’t shake. Yet, as he spent more time with her, he began to realize that she wasn’t the same person who had spiraled out of control months ago. There was a maturity in her actions now, a sense of self-awareness that hadn’t been there before. She wasn’t perfect, but she was trying—and for the first time in a long while, Heeseung allowed himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, they could try again.

One evening, Heeseung sat down with his friends, Jungwon, Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, Niki, and Minji, at their usual hangout spot. The conversation had steered toward relationships, and naturally, the topic of Iseul came up. Heeseung had been hesitant to bring her up, unsure of how to approach the subject without reigniting the tension that had existed between him and his friends. But tonight, something felt different. He had been spending more time with Iseul, and he needed to talk about it—needed to process what he was feeling.

“I’ve been thinking,” Heeseung began, his voice cautious, yet determined. “About Iseul… about us.”

The table fell silent, and every eye turned to him, some expressions curious, others wary. Minji, who had been sitting next to Heeseung, raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a small, knowing smile.

“You’re really going there, huh?” Minji said, her tone teasing but laced with concern. “Are you sure about this, Heeseung?”

Heeseung hesitated, running a hand through his hair as he looked around at his friends. “I mean… I think she’s different now. I really do. She’s been working on herself—going to therapy, really taking responsibility for everything that happened.”

Jungwon leaned forward, his tone skeptical but still supportive. “We’ve seen the change in her. Iseul is calmer, more stable. But I’m gonna be real with you, man,” he added, his gaze serious, “You’ve gotta be careful. We’ve all seen how she can flip. No one’s forgotten how things went down.”

The others nodded in agreement, the weight of the memories still hanging over them like a dark cloud. Jake crossed his arms, his face tense.

“I don’t know, Heeseung,” he said, his voice low. “I get that you’re trying to give her a second chance, but after everything that went down, I’m not sure it’s worth the risk. What if she falls apart again? What if you get dragged back into that mess?”

“I get it,” Heeseung said, his voice quieter now, a trace of uncertainty creeping in. “But I see something in her now that I didn’t see before. She’s really trying to change. I want to be there for her.”

Minji watched Heeseung closely, sensing the conflict in his words. She shifted slightly in her seat, her voice gentle but firm. “I’m not saying she hasn’t changed, Heeseung. I’ve seen it too. But… you have to be careful. We all know how intense things got with her. If she snaps again—if things go back to how they were—are you ready to handle that? And are you sure you want to? Because this isn’t just about you anymore. It’s about everyone around you, too.”

Heeseung’s gaze flickered down to the table, his mind racing as he processed their words. He understood their concerns, but a part of him couldn’t let go of the hope that Iseul was different now. That the person she had become wasn’t the same one who had suffocated him with her possessiveness. But Minji’s words stung, because they were true. He wasn’t just diving back into this relationship alone; he had his friends to consider, too. They had all witnessed how volatile Iseul had been, how dangerous it had been for Heeseung to be involved with her when she was at her worst.

Sunghoon spoke up next, his voice calm but steady. “I agree with Minji. You’ve gotta be cautious, Heeseung. I don’t want to see you hurt again. And none of us want to go through that again. But if you really believe she’s changed, and you want to take that risk, then you should. Just don’t be naive about it. Set boundaries. Keep your guard up. Don’t let her back in just because you’re hoping she’s different.”

Heeseung nodded, the weight of his friends' words settling heavily in his chest. He appreciated their concern, but he also knew they weren’t going to understand his feelings completely. Only he knew the subtle shifts he had seen in Iseul—the small, telling moments where she had chosen to communicate instead of lash out, where she had shown patience instead of control.

“I hear you,” Heeseung said softly, his voice filled with resolve. “I know what I’m getting into, but I think I owe it to both of us to at least try. I want to believe in her. I want to believe she’s different.”

Minji leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms as she studied him. “Just promise me one thing,” she said seriously. “If things start to go south again—if you start feeling like you’re losing yourself, or if she gets possessive again—you’ll step back. You won’t let yourself get lost in it. Okay?”

Heeseung met her gaze, her words striking a chord deep inside him. “I promise,” he said with a quiet nod. “If things go sideways, I’ll walk away.”

The group was silent for a moment, each of them processing Heeseung’s decision. They didn’t agree with it, but they understood it. They had been his friends through everything, and they wanted what was best for him. All they could do now was stand by his side, no matter what happened next.

Later that evening, after the conversation had died down, Heeseung texted Iseul. He was about to meet her at a quiet park, where they had agreed to talk. As he waited for her to arrive, his mind raced. He had just shared his thoughts with his friends, who were concerned about him, and part of him wondered if they were right. But there was another part of him—one that couldn’t deny how much he still cared for Iseul, how much he wanted her to succeed. He knew this wouldn’t be easy. But maybe, just maybe, it was worth trying.

When Iseul finally arrived, her face lit up when she saw him, and Heeseung felt his heart give a small, hopeful flutter. She had come so far, and while there was still a long road ahead of them, Heeseung couldn’t help but feel like they were taking the first steps toward something better.

“I’ve missed you,” Iseul said quietly, her voice soft but full of sincerity.

“I’ve missed you too,” Heeseung replied, his tone more certain now than it had been before.

They stood there, just the two of them, in the quiet park, and for the first time in a long while, everything felt possible.

As weeks turned into months, Heeseung and Iseul continued their tentative steps toward rebuilding what had once been a complicated and volatile relationship. Both were aware of the gravity of the situation—Heeseung because he had witnessed firsthand how easily things could spiral out of control, and Iseul because she knew the emotional and psychological toll her actions had once taken on him. But they were determined to take things slow, to honor the progress they had both made, and to rebuild their trust from the ground up.

The next step in their journey was one that neither of them had anticipated: learning to navigate life as individuals first, and as a couple second. For Iseul, this meant continuing her therapy, staying committed to the healing process, and allowing herself to lean on Heeseung in a way that wasn’t suffocating. For Heeseung, it meant learning how to be supportive without feeling like he was walking on eggshells, and not allowing himself to get lost in the dynamics of their past relationship.

One evening, Heeseung invited Iseul to join him and his friends for a casual dinner at a local restaurant, something they hadn’t done in months. This was a small but significant step forward for both of them, as it marked the first time that Heeseung had openly included Iseul in his social circle again. It wasn’t lost on either of them how much this moment meant—it was a sign of the trust they had been rebuilding, even if it was still fragile.

As they walked into the restaurant, Iseul’s heart raced. She had been working hard on her social anxiety, on her tendency to shut herself off from the world, but being in a public space with Heeseung’s friends still made her feel exposed. Yet, she reminded herself that she had made progress. She had earned this moment. She had worked so hard to get here, and she wasn’t going to let fear take it away.

“Are you nervous?” Heeseung asked quietly as they were seated at a large table, the others chatting animatedly around them.

“A little,” Iseul admitted, her voice soft but honest. “I just… I don’t want to mess things up. I know I’ve done a lot of damage in the past.”

Heeseung reached across the table, his fingers brushing gently over hers, grounding her. “I know, but I’m here with you. You’re not alone in this.”

Iseul smiled at him, grateful for his words, but still unsure of herself. The reality was that she knew this was just another step, another test. She had to prove to herself, to Heeseung, and to his friends that she was truly ready for a fresh start. There were still moments when she felt like the old version of herself, the one consumed by jealousy and fear, but she also knew that she had changed, and that she was capable of something better.

As the night went on, Iseul gradually started to relax. The conversations flowed, the laughter was genuine, and the atmosphere was warm. For the first time in a long time, she felt like she was truly part of the group, not as an outsider or someone to be pitied, but as someone who was allowed to be herself. 

Minji, who had been quietly observing Iseul throughout the evening, leaned over and whispered to Heeseung, “She’s different, you know? I can see it. She’s more confident now. More at ease with herself.”

Heeseung nodded, his gaze softening as he watched Iseul interact with the others. “She really is. I’m proud of her.”

The night ended on a high note, with everyone joking and laughing as they said their goodbyes. Heeseung walked Iseul to her car, his hand casually resting on her lower back as they walked through the parking lot.

“I’m really proud of you tonight,” Heeseung said, his voice sincere. “You were amazing.”

Iseul stopped walking for a moment, turning to face him. “You’re proud of me?” Her eyes were wide, as if she still couldn’t fully believe that Heeseung was seeing her progress.

“Of course I am,” Heeseung replied, his gaze steady. “You’ve come so far. It’s not easy, but I can see how much you’ve worked to be better. You’ve earned this moment.”

Tears welled up in Iseul’s eyes, though they were different from the tears she used to shed. These were tears of gratitude, of relief, because for the first time in a long while, she felt like she was truly on the right path. 

“I don’t think I could’ve done it without you,” Iseul whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Heeseung gently cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing away the lone tear that had escaped. “You could’ve,” he said softly. “But I’m glad you didn’t have to. I’m glad I was here.”

Their gazes locked, and for a moment, everything else faded away. They were two people who had come a long way—individually and together—and there was no rush, no pressure. Whatever the future held, they were both learning how to navigate it, one step at a time.

In the weeks that followed, Heeseung and Iseul found themselves continuing to build on this newfound sense of balance. They were learning how to give each other space, to communicate more openly, and to respect the boundaries that had once been a point of contention. Heeseung was still wary of the past, of what Iseul had been capable of when she was at her lowest, but he also couldn’t deny the feelings he still had for her. Those feelings had never truly gone away, even when things were at their darkest. And now, with every passing day, he saw more and more of the woman he had once fallen for—a woman who was growing, evolving, and becoming someone worthy of his trust again.

Iseul, on the other hand, knew that her journey was far from over. She had come to understand that her past actions were not an excuse for her mistakes, and that healing was an ongoing process. But every step forward, every small victory, was a testament to the strength she had inside her. And as much as she wanted to be with Heeseung, she knew she had to focus on herself first. She was learning to love herself, to find peace without relying on someone else to fix her, and that was the most important step she could take.

The road ahead was still uncertain, and there would be moments of doubt and fear, but both Heeseung and Iseul had come to understand that they didn’t have to face it alone. Together, they had the strength to move forward, no matter how slow or difficult the journey might be. They were learning to build a foundation of trust, respect, and mutual growth—and that was the first step in creating something that could withstand the challenges of the past.

It wasn’t perfect, but it was real. And that, to them, was enough.

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SFW Alphabet with Caesar

The very first Alphabet I'm writing and *GASP* this is was so long to write but I LOVED IT!

Warnings: fluffy fluff, tiny angst and... tiny nsfw allusions

Words: 10k (🫨)

Enjoy your reading! 😁

Planet of the Apes Masterlist.

A = Affection

Caesar is actually, pretty much affectionate with you and I'm a firm believer he'll not be afraid to show his affection in public, all things considered of course. He'll not display a huge amont of it out of the nest, but you can bet there will be gentle glances towards you, soft and lingering touches when he passed by during the day. This is just what he does when you're both going on with your own activities during the day.

Something like... he's at a council meeting, perched on a rock above the colony and he saw you walking downhill towards whatever you planned to do and once you sense the gawking on you, you find his green and golden eyes watching you from above and as you grace him with a gentle smile, you catch his enamored gaze softening only for your eyes to see and for the split second it lasted it sends you a wave of pleasant tingles bubbling inside your chest.

But it can also be... One of each of your activities bring the two of you to meet, even for a short time, and I swear he'll gently brush his thick fingers through your hair, even letting his fingertips lightly scratch your scalp, and he'll rest his palm at the root of your neck while his fingers are still encapsulating your skull as he brings you to a tiny forehead kiss to greet you and ask you whatever he has to ask you. You're in for a wave of shiver running from your skull down to your spine as the warmth of his hand radiate through your skin and brings a soft heat on your cheek. Once again, it's short but it is delightful.

B = Best friend

He's a very caring friend, are you feeling well in your nest? Are you settling comfortably in the colony? Would you mind if I spend some time with you while you're fishing, eating or doing your human stuff? He'll listen to you, no matter what you're saying, telling him about what you did during the day, recalling some events from your past, complaining about Koba being a jerk to you, even your small talk, he'll listen to it. Not sure he'll comment on everything but it's okay, he's a good listener and that's all you need of him as a friend.

He might also come to you if he needs advice on how to handle a human situation.

C = Cuddles

I believe cuddling is something you needed to teach him. I mean, of course Caesar is affectionate with you, the soft touches and strokes, the forehead kisses and taking in your scent whenever he has to occasion to. But to actually save times with the only purpose to cuddle (and not even in a sexual way) and share gentle touches and whatnot, whispering lovingly into the ears of the other, it's a very human thing to do.

Okay, okay let me tell you how it went:

You needed more.

For a while now, a warm whirlwind had been biting at your stomach whenever you found yourself near your Caesar. A whirlwind that left you with a hunger you could never seem to satiate, despite your mate's heady presence, and which seemed to grow stronger every time his gaze landed on yours or his hands extended an affectionate greeting against your skin.

Lately, you'd caught yourself wanting more. When Caesar would slide his hand over the back of your neck to bring you closer to him and kiss your forehead with his, your body would have the strange instinct to chase after him as soon as he moved away from you, silently asking him to linger a few moments longer.

This would also happen when he offered you his hand to help you climb a rock or move over uneven ground he knew to be unstable for your (rather questionable) human balance. You'd slip your fingers into his calloused hand and his warmth would become a pleasant hot water bottle against your skin, as your hand tightened a little more against his with the firm intention of not wanting to let go, until he freed you from his chivalrous grip a little too quickly for your liking.

And the moment you realized your inescapable need to linger languorously in his arms was at the communal dinner.

You had finished your meal and were waiting patiently beside Caesar for him to finish his. He was engaged in a rather enthusiastic silent conversation with his son, Blue Eyes, while you admired the flames dancing in front of your eyes. Suddenly, your head found shelter against his shoulder. His fur tickled the skin of your cheek and you would have liked to snuggle up to him entirely, even nuzzling your nose in his fur to take in a whiff of his musky scent, but you just closed your eyes, enjoying the harsh but delicate tingling of his soft fur against your cheek.

You sometimes sought this kind of contact with him, so it didn't alarm Caesar so much until he realized that your head was still propped there, against his shoulder, the light pressure not budging after a few seconds as you were so used to do.

He frowned slightly in confusion, and with a touch of concern, he looked down at your peaceful face, his knuckles pressing lightly against your cheek to encourage you to open your eyes.

"Are you okay?" Caesar signed the words to you discreetly.

You tilted your head up a little, the movement causing friction against his fur as you refused to break the contact of your cheek against his warm shoulder, before signing a simple "yes" in turn.

"Do you mind, if… I stay like this?"

Your voice was a melodious whisper to his ears, and the features of his face softened to give way only to a loving expression. The air he blew through his nose made his nostrils flare weakly as he bent his head towards you, tenderly kissing your forehead with his own and if you squinted hard enough, you could have seen his lower lip fall limply in a peaceful expression.

"I… don't… mind… it."

The husky tone of his voice sent a shower of shivers down your spine and a smile played across your lips, making your hand travel around his arm until you slipped it into his, squeezing it tenderly to thank him.

And if your hand left his to let him carry on signing his discussion with his son, you comfortably settled your head back against his shoulder, your smile never leaving your face as Caesar's body gently leaned against yours to quietly share your affection.

From this day, you got him wrapped around your finger, I swear!

D = Domestic

Well, if you're not under human problems (you know, war, threats and such), I think it can be a very peaceful life. Like, you just need to... be. You have quite a lot of routine activities to sustain the daily communal life, for example: going fishing, hunting, foraging fruits/vegetables, but also exploring the world around the colony to maybe gather useful tools and materials, maybe you have to get wood for the fires, but you also need to take care of your shared nest with Caesar (because let's face it, with the amount of intimacy activities you both go through, the nest MOVES a lot). So yeah, very peaceful and I tend to think it can also become TOO peaceful (really, put aside war and threats). I'll not say boring because you have a lot to do, especially being Caesar's mate - he relies on you a lot to spend time with the colony on his behalf to help the other apes when needed and such, because he cannot be everywhere, team's work you know - it's about the routine. It's more or less the same dynamic each day, so being creative is important, because you know, you can't go on holidays anymore 😂

Not to worry though, it's not a feeling you have often, most of the time you enjoy your daily peaceful life especially because I believe Caesar makes it a priority to spend quality time with you during the day, rather than just seeing you in the early morning or evening and night.

So for an hour or two, he'll be with you while you're working on something for the colony. Maybe that day he went with you to forage blueberries and nuts or fishing at the river and let me tell you, in these times where he has you only for himself, he's going to be playful! YES the grumpy stoic ape is PLAYFUL when it comes to you (or littles ones but wait and see 🤭) and you can bet he'll do it in such a smooth way like "no, I'm not responsible for that water splash you just got in your face 😇" and if you try to get your payback, you better be prepared because he won't allow this without consequences so please run for your life because he will tackle you down into the mud and a series of cheerful and teasing hoots would be sung just for you as he pretends he's going to severely bite your neck, because how dare you splashing him water back now just enjoy his hot breath and teeth hovering your skin AND YOU'RE IN FOR A MOUTH FULL KISS RIGHT IN THE CROOK OF YOUR NECK AS HE'S LAUGHING HEARTILY and you happily savor it because IT IS NOT OFTEN.

(Please leave me alone I have FEELS and I should write a proper oneshot for this!!)

E = Ending

Oh this one is tough. When I think about it, (and this will go with the letter F too) I can't picture a reason he would break up with you because, hear me out, he's an overthinker, if he had chosen you for being his mate, you can be sure the decision is more than analyzed. Beforehand, he probably had studied your behavior on your good AND bad days. He knows how you express anger, he knows how you express frustration, how you express offense but also how you express love, caring and even teasing! So, if he ever break up, it would not be because of you, nor it would be because of him because YOU know also with who you engage yourself. I mean, a human and an ape mating for life, this is no joke, both of you know the ups and downs of this.

If there were ever a break up at some point, it would probably come from something out of control and coming from someone else or something external. Like someone is threatening one of you to kill the other if you don't break up, or you know, this kind of seriousness where the life of the other is in danger. And omg it would be so heartbreaking for both of you if something like a serious threat was coming at the two of you:

It was… as if the world were falling apart for the second time.

"It… can no longer… work…" he huffed in an aggravated tone. "We… can't… work."

His words, pronounced with a coldness you didn't recognize. It wasn't him, the ape in front of you, standing with such firm determination that you hardly dared - you, his mate, the one he'd chosen to share the rest of his life with - to look at him, that ape there, he wasn't your Caesar.

"I… don't understand," you said, your voice hushed.

And you'd hoped so hard that he'd change his mind, that you'd misinterpreted his words and that it was all just a misunderstanding. You were almost sick with wanting to believe it, the walls of your heart clenched so tightly that at any moment, you knew, it could break, spread out in little pieces on the floor like glass, and suddenly your stomach wanted to give back the meal you'd eaten in the early hours of the morning.

"You have to… Leave." His baritone voice was nothing but fists slamming into your face.

And your face contorted with the anticipation of punches Caesar would never dare inflict on you, no matter what. You took a deep breath, your eyes closed to prevent yourself from seeing the hatred you imagined on Caesar's face, as the tears had decided to roll down your cheeks, leaving a warm, wet trail behind them.

You couldn't hear them, these words. You couldn't accept them, and yet Caesar anticipated with great skill your desire to come close to him and try to talk some sense into him, to seek out the body warmth that he, only the day before, had known how to offer you in the difficult times you'd experienced in the past. No sooner had you taken even the slightest step in his direction than he growled, baring his teeth in a stern warning that one more step would bring you nothing but trouble.

And that was all it took.

You felt yourself stumbling to catch the organ that was pumping your blood through your veins, but you weren't quick enough. You had no choice but to watch it crash to the ground, the blood-red fragments scattering into thousands of pieces that you knew would be impossible to gather and glue back together.

It was all over. You could see in front of you, at your feet, your heart beating to propel blood that would never reach your veins, and the sticky liquid spreading in streams around the organ that had just been ripped from your chest.

Your arms wrapped around your breast as if you were trying to cradle this organ so important to your body, telling yourself that perhaps this would give it back its rightful place and no matter how much you squeezed your ribs, it was already too late, you could feel it deep inside you, the emptiness. The emptiness that had just taken its place where it was supposed to be.

Caesar was watching you crumble. And he wondered if you would be able to recover from it, if he would be able to recover from it. But what other choice did he have? He couldn't see any. This, to know that you would continue to breathe, even far from him, even far from his people, but very much alive, or else… to know once again the wrenching pain of seeing once again the heart of the being he loved stop beating. And that was something he couldn't bring himself to do. Not while the threat hovering over you was still alive. Maybe you'd never forgive him, even afterwards, it was even clear, you'd never be able to forgive him. Your tears flooding your skin, your body cowering in on itself like prey caught in a bear's clutches, your face - usually so lit up by your own sun, the one radiating from your body as if the sun above the world itself had given you one of its rays as a gift - damaged by the heartbreaking words Caesar had chosen to utter, proved to him that you would never forgive him.

And Caesar felt something coming to gnaw at his ribs and crawl viciously to his heart before attacking his flesh with sharp teeth. But there was nothing he could say, nothing he could do other than show you a hard, cold face, ready to display the dangerousness of his jaw in the false anger he had to pretend. And a hint of real anger emerged in the pit of his stomach. He never pretended. He never lied. So why couldn't you see that? Why did you so easily believe this face he'd only shown you in his horrific images that sometimes haunted him as he slept soundly beside you.

This anger he could show you without pretending, and that's what gave credibility to it all.

(I should also write a proper oneshot for this 😭)

F = Fiance(e)

So, hm, yeah, back to my senses (sorry about that), and as I said just above, he is NOT quick in wanting to have you as his mate because he needs to be sure of you. Like, crazy sure. No doubts allowed because commitment is for life and there is no turning point. So from the moment the idea pop up in his mind that maybe he feels something else than friendship towards you, he'll observe, study and analyze your behavior in a very obsessive way (this should sit in the bad habit section I believe!). No joke is allowed here but once he got what he sought, damn you're doomed to have him for the rest of your life.

G = Gentle

He is gentle, no debate about this, but he knows when to be gentle and when to be harsh. He's very smart in knowing how to hold himself, how to adapt his behavior according to an event in order to obtain what he wants. And this goes for both, physically and emotionally. He's not shy in showing his gentleness but also his capacity to be abrasive. This is why he is a great leader, king to the other apes, he knows how to balance both.

Now, talking about you. There is no way he's harsh with you physically, even if you're mean to him for some reasons, he knows he can badly injure you because he is way stronger than you. And hurting you is a huge NO, no matter what. So, when he has his hands on you, it is as soft as the stroke of a feather.

Now, he may be harsh emotionally with you but not in a sense he'll use bad words on you or try to belittle you or something like this, he'll be harsh if you try to push him to open up and he's not ready or doesn't want to, there he's going to dismiss you. It'll also happen when you talk badly about your own self (see the U section).

He can also be a bit blunt when he speaks, which can sometimes be taken as offensive for a human but there are no bad thoughts behind it. He's an ape, he just says what needs to be said so if you're asking him if the crafting your making is good, and it is actually going bad, don't expect him to lie, he'll tell you it's bad. But you'll see the gentleness when he crouched down beside you and help you get it better.

H = foreHead kisses

(YEAH I KNOW it's supposed to be "Home" and forehead does not start with an "h" but I wanted to talk about forehead kisses, so I'm talking about forehead kisses, if you have something against it, go talk to after sales services, thanks 😂)

So FOREHEAD KISSES.

They occur on a daily basis: to greet you in the morning and gulp at your scent before leaving for the day, to greet you also at dinner time when meet once again after a long day and he needs to feel close to you and also for a night routine before you both fall in the arms of Morpheus. And he does linger there, pressing his forehead against yours. Sometimes you can feel a small pinch from your skull as he presses harder there to show you how much you mean to him. According to him, the harder he presses, the deeper his feelings for you are engraved (one day you got a light bruise from the forehead kiss you shared the night before and you couldn't stop complaining about it so now instead on going hard pressing, he lingers A LOT MORE, lingering works to).

And there is this little ceremonial thing that goes with forehead kisses... At the end of the courting phase, to ask to officially enter into a mated pair relationship… both parties have to initiate a forehead kiss. When the first one is given, if you don't decline right away, the other one will wait for you to give it back. And it may take several days, this way, it allows the courting phase to last a little longer, in a way that's enjoyable for both of you.

Let me tell you how it went for you!

The first few days of winter were always complicated. Your body would eventually get used to the cold, but you'd always have that adjustment time that caused you restless nights.

The little fire crackled gently inside your little hut. The late autumn night chill prevented you from falling asleep, despite the pelts covering your bed and the coat you had to slip over your shoulders to keep warm.

And this was how Caesar found you, passing by your hut with the primary aim of returning to his nest for the night. Your crouched form beside your campfire, your knees tucked up against your chest and your hands seeking the warmth of the small flames dancing merrily, drew his attention and he stopped in front of the entrance to your hut.

You hadn't noticed him yet, and he took the opportunity to admire your eyes as they followed the movement of the flames, hoping that the waltz they were playing would eventually lull you to sleep. His eyes were always telling him silent stories, animated by emotions that were sometimes joyful, sometimes amusing and sometimes sad. He always admired the ability that humans had… that you had, to express so much in a single glance.

He had to work to decipher them. He'd had a few failures in the past, but today he could tell in a glance the emotion that was gripping your heart. And tonight, he could see a mixture of annoyance and fatigue, and a certain desire to find the serenity that would finally lead you to sleep.

You still didn't notice him, and a deep, primal feeling nibbled pleasantly at his insides as he had the vulgar sensation of lurking over you like prey he'd eventually catch.

His green eyes wandered happily over your body and your hands, after storing up enough warmth, began rubbing your legs to transmit the warmth you'd been missing for so long.

The warmth he could bring you.

You repeated the gesture, placing your palms over the small fire, and Caesar watched your skin redden under the effect of the flames. His hands closed into two fists, suddenly feeling the heat radiate to his palms as if you'd just slipped your warm fingers into his hands, and he had to swallow. The sensation of your hands in his would be a treat and his cheeks puffed up in anticipation.

Maybe this was the right moment. The right moment to give in to temptation and finally take knowledge of your own volition.

But you still didn't notice him, and he would never allow himself to enter your personal space that he knew was so important to you. So his eyes wandered over your body again, and that's when he caught sight of it. Protected by the collar of the coat you were wearing, the top of your jugular escaping under that thick piece of cloth he suddenly wanted to rip off. His mouth salivated without warning and he was already running his tongue over the tips of his canines with the irrefutable urge to plant them in your skin and mark you as his own. And if you could just look up and…

Spotting him standing at the entrance to your hut, you smiled softly at him, your face lighting up faintly with fatigue but your eyes shining with a tenderness reserved only for him.

That was all he needed to get closer. To get closer until you timidly indicated that he should come and settle down beside you, but he had another idea in mind.

He had to know.

He watched your eyes squint with confusion when he didn't stop where you'd indicated, and when his palm slid delicately to the back of your head as he leaned gently toward you, he sought in your gaze a clue. Something that would tell him you'd refuse what he wanted.

Your eyes fluttered and a deep, soothing sigh found its way into your ribcage at the feel of his warm hand against the skin at the nape of your neck. A series of tingling sensations ran down your spine and into the small of your back as Caesar lovingly kissed your forehead with his own. His warm breath touched your face, warming the pores cooled by the winter night as he took deep breaths to memorize your scent to the very depths of his memory, and your hand slid down his cheek of its own accord, the graying fur that lined the junction of his skin tickling your fingertips.

You gently brushed his skin under his fur and it took no time at all for him to increase the pressure of his forehead against yours, a satisfied growl echoing in his chest in the hope that you would understand that this gesture was important. That after this, he wouldn't let you slip through his fingers and that he'd do anything and everything so that one day… you'd come and give him back what he'd just given you.

I = I love you

I talk about this before and I'm gonna stick on that: verbalizing your feelings towards each other is a very human way to do so. He doesn't understand the point of verbalizing it: you're mated for life, you share his nest, he even share sometimes his own food even if you have a full bowl of fruits, nuts and vegetables. The lingered eyed contact, the soft touches when he passed by, the intimacy you both go through when you find each other in the nest by the end of the day, the forehead kisses he gives you and that you returned fervently. All this screams I love you so when you tell him these words one time when you were both having a cuddle time in the privacy of your shared nest, he's like: ???? yes, I know, you know I know, you know I know you know, so???? but he accepts it anyway, escaping a chuckle straight out of his chest as he nuzzles his muzzle against your neck to gulp a big scent of yours and dancing his canines against your soft skin, teasing it and his warm breath willingly huffed towards your skin so he can feel your shiver waving through your entire body.

And yes he'll use it against you at any opportunity.

J = Jealousy

I don't picture him being jealous, like, he's quite confident in this field (and mostly because he can just smell your interest towards him so he has no doubt about your choice of mate, him, of course. You have no way to hide your feelings for him, your hormones betray you.). YET he is possessive but I think it's a distinctive feature for apes, once you're a mated pair, scent is key to keep any other apes away. So you'll have his scent all over you and he'll make sure his scent remains as strong as it needs to be on your body so he can smell your scent mixed up with his own from miles away (well, maybe not miles but you got the point). If you wash in a river, be sure you're ready for a shower of shared scent!

K = Kisses

Very, very, very human thing to do.

If we talk about mouth kisses, he doesn't mind it, like, he's not against it but he'll not go for it either. It's not a natural way for him to show his affection but he will let you do as you please if you feel the need to give him a smooch there because well... thank you Caroline and Will for kissing each other in front of him so now he knows mouth kisses are an important act of affection towards the one you love. (Though if you shut him as he's grumpily complaining he'll lowkey adore it and he'll carry on grumbling against your mouth so you keep kissing him there even though you start laughing because you know he does it on purpose. This is a silent agreement between you both.)

What he absolutely loves is to kiss your neck and he is NOT shy about it, well he is because he keeps it to the privacy of your nest or when he has you for himself and no one is around because he just goes mouth full on your skin and you can't complain. He's going to play his tongue against your soft skin and if he feels like it, even his teeth are going to graze at your neck as a wave of shiver flow along your body in anticipation, waiting for his canines to pierce through your skin but you can only feel a sting under the light pressure Caesar gives in the aim of not hurting you. (Ask him and I swear he'll go for a true bite).

L = Little ones

He is so caring and protective towards the young ones. He probably acts like a father for any baby apes or young apes of the colony.

He doesn't necessarily meet the little ones very often, but when he does - when he's with Maurice, for example - he's the kind of ape who looks at them with that kind, protective gaze. The ape kids aren't the least bit impressed by him, and they don't mind teasing him by climbing on his back or playing tag, like "You can't catch me!" and the little one scurries off with Caesar at his heels, and you can hear the happy, playful hoots throughout the village.

I've mentioned it before, but Caesar can be very playful when he wants to be (and especially when life doesn't push him around with responsibilities heavier than his shoulders.) and he shows it with you but also with the little ones.

M = Morning

Before you're a mated pair, he's got into the habit of coming to your nest to get you for breakfast. One day, you didn't wake up in time, so he made it his mission to come and check that you were awake and ready to eat, because it's important to fill your stomach in the morning and share this moment with everyone. It's a question of health and well-being, he says (well, it's also because he wants you to be the first one who he talks to in the morning so you can bet it is VERY early in the morning when he comes for you but shhh 🤫).

After you're a mated pair, surprisingly enough, he's going to let you sleep. He'll gently kiss your forehead with his own, trying not to wake you, and if you do, he'll linger a bit more than if you don't, and then he's out for his day, saving you a bowl for your favorite food for when you'll be ready to take your breakfast.

And until you teach him the art of cuddling, he'll not stick around the nest that much because you know, early council meetings, but once you taught him how to cuddle? There is at least ONE morning every so often when the council meeting start later than any other days 😳

N = Night

The nights are peaceful. And I think it's the only time when Caesar is vulnerable and able to express his true feelings openly.

It's also one of those tender moments (which can drift into something more spicy, but shhh) that you both share, and it's a time when you can really enjoy snuggling up to him, burying your nose in his fur at the neck, and letting his musky scent lull you to sleep.

You used to wait for him in the nest, your back pressed against several pelts that you used as pillows. On this particular day, you had found an old book in a human camp, and to pass the time before Caesar came in, you laid it on your lap, tucked slightly towards you, to read.

Lost in your reading, you didn't notice Caesar until your name rolled off his lips to catch your attention, and you smiled gently at him as he busied himself rekindling the fire you'd let die little by little. Your eyes went back to their reading, a novel by Graham Swift, whose moving story captivated your irises to the point of Caesar's curiosity.

His massive brown body entered your field of vision as he slowly crawled on all fours to your feet, letting one of his hands run along your shin. Your calf muscle twitched at his touch and his fur tickled your skin as you willingly allowed him enough space between your legs to rest. His hand settled on your right knee as he leaned lightly against your other leg, which needed to tense its muscles to keep it stable enough with the new weight it had to support.

His warmth beamed onto your skin, soaking into every cell and making it difficult to ignore. His head peeked out over your book, giving it a quick glance before focusing on the depths of your eyes.

"Ever after" you said.

And you closed the book to show him the cover page where a pear crunched on one side rested on an orange background of a beehive. The corners of the book were twisted and the hardback cover was itself beginning to detach from its base, and Caesar slid his hand from your knee until he grasped the book to observe it.

"Is he… new?" He asked.

You could feel his second hand laid against the nest just below your left thigh, which served to keep him more or less on top of you, and a shivering sensation crawled to the pit of your stomach when he playfully brushed his thumb over the part of your thigh that rested against the pelts.

"I found it this morning, you know, at the camp after the river." You explained gently.

And you knew his reaction even before he had done it. The features of his face frowned, the ridge of his eyes hardened and a grumble scratched his throat, unhappy that you'd ventured so far from the colony on your own. You giggled faintly and brought your hand up to his face, stroking the little wrinkles under his eyes in an attempt to soften his pout.

"And I don't have a single scratch!" You said proudly with a smile that was hard for him to resist.

He huffed, making his nostrils flare, in resignation, but you could see his irises scanning your skin for the slightest mark that wasn't there already. He set the book down beside you and you needed to give him more room between your thighs as he pushed himself further over your chest. A hand found its support beside your shoulder and you were forced to twist your neck back to keep looking at his face. The intense focus in his eyes faded as he realized that, indeed, no injury, however small, had appeared on the skin exposed between the pieces of fabric of your nightwear. And you couldn't help having that playful smile glued to your lips at his undying concern that something might happen to you.

Your hand went to the back of his neck, the light pressure of your fingers in his fur inviting him to kiss your forehead with his own, and although still reluctant because he hadn't yet looked all over your body, he gave in to temptation as his forehead met yours in a heartwarming "pop", his scowl forever stuck to his face.

At least… until his muzzle traveled to the hollow of your neck, where he deliberately blew warm air at you as his hand found its home at your ribs. His broad palm encased part of your ribcage and it was impossible to hold back a laugh that danced melodiously in his ears as his front teeth nibbled at the skin between your collarbone and your throat.

Caesar laughed, his hooting drawing air into his lungs as you squirmed in his grip, falsely trying to escape him, but his hand pressed gently against your ribs, forcing you to remain almost still despite the jolts your laughter caused against your chest.

His teeth brushed your skin on their journey to your ear, where you had the pleasure of hearing his deep but playful voice.

"I have to… check."

You shook your head, falsely annoyed by his antics, and he softly pressed the side of his face against yours before giving you a cheeky look that you didn't see often enough. You giggled, the air scraping against your lips as he pretended to bite your nose, but the fondness of his fingers digging into your shirt in the hope of seeing it fly away spoke of his true motives.

And those golden-green eyes… brimming with playfulness, you wanted to engrave them deep in your memory so you'd never forget them.

Yep, nights are just like this with him.

O = Open

He is on the slow team to reveal things! It'll take you a lot of times to create a strong bond based on trust and understanding for him to open up about his deep thoughts and emotions.

He'll need to observe your behavior a lot. How are you behaving with other apes? Are you helpful? What do you bring to the colony? Do you care about the other apes? In which way? So you need to be very demonstrative about your kindness and reliability.

I think he would be just as deeply moved if you took the first step and revealed something important to you. You gain trust by giving it away. He would appreciate this from you.

P = Patience

It really depends on the subject and how far people push it. With Koba? Caesar doesn't even know what patience means. With Maurice? Maurice can say anything, Caesar will allow it no matter what. Rocket? It is well balanced.

As far as you are concern, he is very patient with you except for this one little thing (section U, I'M LOOKING AT YOU) where he can get pretty mad if you keep pushing it. Otherwise, he'll take the time to listen to your rambling and complaining and if it's what you are seeking for, he'll give advice or even try to find a solution if you face a problem.

If you complain about something he did or a decision he made, he'll prefer to discuss it with you, trying to explain all the ins and outs. Dialogue is always his first choice coming to you (especially because he can't force his decision on you the way he would on other apes using his dominant stance. You're human, you don't have the same understanding of this behavior and so you're much less affected by his dominant/leader side - except in the privacy of your nest, where his leading side has a very positive effect, but there we digress). Most of the time, it does the trick. But even if you're stubborn on your position on the matter, he'll not get angry at you for not changing your mind, he'll accept it and respect it after hearing your thoughts.

He's just glad he can talk through misunderstanding or argument with you because even if none of you change your mind, discussing it untangles tension and you gain a better understanding of each other perspective.

Q = Quizzes

If you talked about something you like or dislike, he’ll have it engraved in his mind.

I believe he’ll not remember ALL the things you say, like if you talk about your day or just do small talk, he’ll listen (first because he finds it interesting, second because your voice is a sweet treat to his ears) but he’ll not dwell on it. BUT there are some key words he knows you’re using when something is important to you and if it’s important to you, it’s important to him and in these moments, his mind becomes a recorder. Even for the tiny trivial things (oh so you preferred eating vegetables first and then fish or meat, your favorite flower is the lily of the valley and back in humanity time, you loved your shower with hard soap and not liquid ones, YEP RANDOM STUFF LIKE THAT IF YOU SAID THE KEY WORDS). So he knows something is important not only with key words but also the way you hold yourself, there is this scent or aura coming out of you which tells him to click on the REC button of his mind.

R = Remember

His favorite memory is when you ride him for the first time to show him the power of pelvic rotation when rightfully used for physical pleasure but it wouldn't be very SFW to describe so I'm telling you something else instead.

Remember the story in H section? Yeah? Well...

Your fingers worked cautiously around the brambles that had twisted deep into Caesar's fur, the thorns scraping his skin sharply at the slightest movement he might initiate.

Focused on your task, you felt the skin on your cheeks flush with embarrassment as images of the incident looped through your mind. You didn't even dare to look at him, even though his golden-green eyes never took their eyes off you for a second, and if you could have ducked into a mouse hole, you'd have gladly done so.

Caesar remained motionless and patient with your hands as they carefully probed his fur, trying to delicately remove each thorn from the brambles that had intertwined with his body without his consent.

You'd been scared.

Of what? It didn't really matter anymore, because even though he'd gained a bramble blanket covering his arm up to his shoulder, he could still enjoy the delicacy of your skin wriggling in his fur, offering him a shower of tingles that ruffled his fur nicely.

You hid your face from him, refusing to let him observe the colouring of your cheeks that ran up to the tips of your ears, and Caesar found himself tilting his head slightly, hoping to catch a glimpse of that expression you seemed to reserve only for him. But you were stubborn.

Your hands moved slowly up his arm, and every touch left him wanting more.

And he wondered… After that gift he'd given you a few weeks ago, he was wondering when you'd give it back. There had been plenty of opportunities. Caesar had worked hard to make them happen. But you never seemed ready. Yet he could feel it. Come to think of it, he already knew. And feeling your forehead curl against his may have been only ceremonial, but the idea was too pleasurable.

If he listened to the tasty twist in his stomach, he'd go for that forehead kiss on his own, but it had to come from you. He'd done his part and could only wait languidly for the honor of seeing you take action.

Maybe… maybe if you were willing to look at him, he could give you with one glance the permission you lacked to do so. Maybe that was it. Maybe you were afraid and waiting for his approval to approach him in such an intimate way. He was ready to give it to you, and seeing you fumbling around apologizing for something that wasn't so bad after all, barely daring to look up at him, pinched his heart and he had trouble understanding its meaning.

All he knew was that his hand traveled peacefully to your cheek, his knuckles barely grazing your skin but enough to cause you to raise your eyes to his. Look at me. Those were the words that trailed off with the caress he bestowed on you, lingering until your irises came searching for an answer to a question that had never been asked.

"It's… almost over." You say, your voice still pleading a forgiveness he'd already granted you before you even asked.

Your eyes left him again to follow the movement of your fingers up his shoulder again, but Caesar wasn't satisfied. This wasn't what he wanted and his cheeks puffed out in slight frustration, urging him once again to come and press, a little longer this time, his knuckles against your skin. This sensation that was now gnawing at his stomach was becoming burdensome and when you looked up at him again, confused, he couldn't help but close his eyes, letting his head fall forward even just a little, enough to hope to make you understand what he desperately wanted from you.

He couldn't be patient anymore, not this close to you, and the seconds passed like minutes before you understood. Before the two neurons connected in your brain, still reeling from having jostled him for being afraid of a spider. His forehead was desperately calling out to you, and a deep relief spread through Caesar's body when he felt your forehead press gently against his, with the lightness of a feather, not quite sure of the real implication of your gesture.

"Sorry… wait a little longer, I'll be quick." you whispered as you struggled with the erratic rhythm of your heartbeat, which suddenly seemed to want to leave your chest when your breath shared space with Caesar's.

You were still talking about those brambles, and just as your forehead wanted to leave his so you could get back to your task, Caesar yanked away the brambles that remained twisted in his fur with ease. His hand slid down your cheek, traveling to your hair and coming to rest flat against the back of your skull, holding you against his forehead. He would have liked to sink inside your skull with the simple aim of planting the depth of his feelings for you there, but he contented himself with escaping a breath through his mouth, making his cheeks puff out.

"I've waited… long… enough."

Yep, his favorite memory of your relationship 🙂‍↕️

S = Security

Caesar is VERY protective, which goes hand in hand with his role as leader, and he'll do anything for his people, even sacrifice his own life. And so, I have the feeling that he can quickly find himself stuck on an idea without seeing the other possible solutions when the life or survival of the colony is threatened. He can get pretty aggressive at times like that, and that's where you come in, because he'll tend to listen to you more easily, even if he grumbles when you force him to open up his views. There are only two beings who can reason with him: you and Maurice. And the two of you are a great pair to keep Caesar's head on straight when a serious risk threatens the colony and his protective side is triggered into + + + mode.

Maurice has a deep wisdom and serenity that radiates around him, and you have a deep benevolence and patience that surrounds you with a calm energy. Together, you provide the reassurance and calm that makes even the most urgent situations manageable.

Maurice will get through to him on his mental and intellectual levels, while you'll get through to him on his emotional ones, making you a winning duo to reassure him and help him avoid succumbing to a defensive, stubborn spiral.

That's for the general idea.

But if a threat concerns you directly, even you won't be able to reason with him. I think he's still traumatized by Cornelia's death (AU where Cornelia dies after Blue Eyes is born) and as a result, he's going to be over-protective of you. The most notable protective gesture is that he'll always stand in front of you, using his massive body as a bulwark to protect you. Back when bubble wrap still existed, he'd be your bubble wrap (I never thought I'd say such a thing 😂).

His protective side can also be seen in the little things he does on a daily basis: Caesar will hold your hand to help you up onto a rock, he'll hold your waist to help you down from a horse, but he'll also prepare you a bowl of rich, balanced food, and if you're a little late for dinner, he'll save a place for you by his side. And I wouldn't recommend sneezing in front of him, because you'll end up with an army of disease-knowing apes around you to make sure you haven't caught anything bad.

Not only will Caesar want to protect you physically, but also psychologically. He's already violently growled at Koba for verbally insulting and threatening you, and fortunately Maurice was there to prevent Caesar from giving in to his anger. He's going to be very attuned to your emotions and make sure he's there to absorb all your worries and pain. EXCEPT for the U section. Even then, when he dismisses your negative thoughts, it's just his protective side, because he also wants to protect you from your own thoughts, and so by not wanting to go into depth on the subject, he's preventing you (according to him) from allowing yourself to be attacked by your own thoughts.

In truth, this over-protective side of him, I can well imagine it going into the U section. At least, until he becomes more relaxed about the whole thing. It'll take time, but with a bit of work, he'll stop jumping at the slightest mosquito that wants to come and bite you.

Give him a little time, maybe get a little angry to show him you're not defenseless, and he'll eventually calm down and settle down to a reasonable amount of protection.

T = Try

Well, it depends on the timing of your relationship.

For example, before you're a mated pair but just as Caesar is finally sure of his choice to take you as his mate, he'll develop extra efforts to impress you. Because if he's sure he wants you, you've got to be sure you want him in return, and there's nothing like a little demonstration of his strength and ability to provide for all your needs.

And what could be better than to take you on his horse for a hunting trip…

The beating of your heart thumped against your ribcage with force, and a drop of sweat beaded along your temple. The ambient humidity of an evening after a thunderstorm crushed its clammy heat down your back, and if you hadn't had to maintain a deathly silence in stressful anticipation of Caesar spotting his prey, you'd already have tried to sigh deeply to try and lower the heavy temperature bubbling up inside your body.

The body heat of the King Ape wasn't helping to cool you down either, and you wondered how Caesar managed to endure this heavy, damp heat with his fur plastered all over his body.

You hardly dared to move because of the sweat sticking to your skin from your T-shirt, and you could even feel the rough tingling of Caesar's fur through it, which had itself stuck to your shirt with its own sweat. The urge to whisper in his ear that it would be better to go home than try to catch a deer on a stormy summer's evening crossed your mind, but Caesar had been more than convincing when he had come to ask you to join him on his hunt.

Unlike your heartbeat, his breathing was steady. You felt as if the fur on his belly was one with your skin from the unpleasant sweat that made you both want to go home, but Caesar was determined. You had to see. You had to see what he was capable of.

His horse snorted impatiently and Caesar had to hold him back in his reins until Rocket appeared above your heads, signing to Caesar:

"the horde is near." "Drive it towards us."

Caesar signed back, and his hand came down over yours to give it a gentle squeeze, silently asking you to hold on tight to him. Your arms wrapped a little tighter around his torso, pressing your chest further against his back, as your body objected to the stifling heat radiating from your two tangled bodies. And if the rest of your body didn't seem to be adoring this entrancing contact, your stomach seemed to be enjoying this all-too-rare proximity, as you felt it dance in shivering waves of pure delight.

And that was a lot to process. Your brain was boiling, but you weren't sure whether it was the temperature outside that was crushing you and Caesar, or the temperature inside your body reacting to the delicious touch of brute force emanating from the king of the apes.

You took advantage of the last second before the storm to rest your forehead against his shoulder blade, suddenly feeling the need for support before you fell under the heat. The sudden pressure on his shoulder drew Caesar's gaze, turning his head towards you as he puffed a silent question, the corner of his eyes showing a tinge of fondness. A smile played on your lips as you tilted your head up so that he could see the confirmation that you were ready with a nod of the head. And the corner of his lips stretched in a smug look.

Let's see if you were really ready to witness his strength in action.

After you're a mated pair, he'll be less of a show-off, but whenever he goes on an outing (hunting, inspecting human camps, etc.), he'll always make sure to bring something back for you: a piece of clothing, an object like a book or a hairbrush, or it could be your favorite fruit or flower. He'll always have something for you when he comes back, and every time he does, that smile, that goes all the way up to your eyes, you grant him, gives him an extreme sense of satisfaction, and that's where you find a little bit of his show-off side when he huffs and puffs his cheeks slightly because he's happy to have made you happy.

U = Ugly

I think he would not want to talk about any of your worries concerning your human condition. Like, being a human amongst a colony of apes can be tough sometimes when I think you can feel insecure at some point about it. Like, you're fragile, one thorn and your skin can bleed, one bad fall and you're in for weeks of recovery if you had injured yourself badly, you can get sick at any too cold weather and you can't walk bare foot without risking to cut or slip on rocks. Let's not talk about climbing trees or hunting big animals. So yeah, being insecure and not feeling as you truly belong there is something you sometimes feel. But Caesar is a stubborn ape. If he believes you belong, if he believes you're at your rightful place beside him, there is no way you can question it or be against him. So if you bring it to him someday he can and will dismiss it, or at least, he'll listen to you, tells you you're wrong in thinking that way and just go on with his life duties as you also should do because duh, why would you stick on such an absurd idea because he thinks you deserve to be here, you deserve to be his mate, he has chosen you as such and there is no point questioning it, DAMN YOU ARE PERFECTLY FINE WHERE YOU ARE, YOU SHOULD NOT WORRY ABOUT YOUR POSITION BECAUSE THERE IS NO OTHER WAY POSSIBLE THAN YOU BEING HIS MATE. CONVERSATION IS OVER.

He's losing it if you push it too far and yeah, bad habit.

V = Vanity

It's not really about his looks, you know, apes don't have the same perception of looks as we do, so I think if he was covered in sweat and mud and his fur was all sticky, it wouldn't be, visually, disturbing to him. The aesthetic isn't important, in any case, I don't think he dwells on it. HOWEVER, the way he holds himself, THAT is important. He's the king of the apes and HE'S PROUD, and it should show, he'll pay attention to his postures and adapt them to the situation. I think he wants his physical AND mental strength to be seen! He'll flex his muscles, puff out his chest, he's a bit of a show-off. And then, if you're close to him OH BOY, he'll literally put on a show, he's already a big guy, but now he wants to impress you, he wants you to only look at him, he wants his simple stance to prove to you that he's the only one who can provide for you, and the moment he smells your arousal because FOR GOD’SAKE JUST SEEING HIM HELD HIMSELF IN SUCH A PROVOKING WAY SETTLE A HEAT BETWEEN YOUR LEGS AND HE WILL HAVE A SMUG SMILE GHOSTING OVER HIS LIPS because he got what he wanted. 

W = Whole

I don't think he would feel incomplete. Okay, let me explain, of course if he's away for several days he'll miss you as hell! BUT it doesn't mean he feels incomplete. I truly believe you both are very much complete individual, there is no incomplete souls that suddenly meet each other to become one. You met each other as two fully grown individual who decided to mate for life. You're both individually seen as a whole and this is why you can share ideas, feelings, intimacy in a perfect understanding and respectful way because you're not dependent on the other to have your own opinion and your own personality and I feel this is the kind of relationship that are very sane to live through.

If you two are apart for an extended period of time, you are still very much capable of yourself, even though you'll miss each other presence. You'll miss the sharing smiles, physical touch, and conversation but you'll function normally and when you reunite, it'll feel all smooth, natural and delightful. (and going feral when you lay together in the nest but shhh)

X = Xtra

Something he absolutely adores is when you share your food with him. Especially if it's something you like to eat, you'll always save a piece of it for him, even if he has his own bowl of food or if you're both out, foraging for fruits, nuts or anything like that, the way you look at him, your hand held out towards him as you offer whatever you have to offer and THE SMILE, soft, almost shy on the edge and inviting. Does he already have blueberries in his bowl? He will give them to Blue Eyes to take the ones you are offering him.

He just loves eating your food.

And basically anything which belongs to you, if you decide on sharing it with him, he's a happy ape and you'll have him huffing blithely because it means you give him permission to be in your personal space on a daily basis and he feels INCLUDED and ACCEPTED and god you sharing your stuff with him leaves him in an enamored state he can't even explain. HE WILL PURR FROM HAPPINESS JUST FOR YOU OKAY.

(maybe it has to do with his childhood when the children wouldn't want to include him in their play times or share their games with him and he was stuck with watching them from afar when all he wanted was to play like a young ape with other young children, don't look at me I'm crying)

Y = Yuck

Not taking others into consideration. Like, I can't explain, this is just it, a huge no for Caesar, really. (it also has to do with his childhood, for real, Caesar was traumatized he just wanted to be INCLUDED and TAKEN INTO ACCOUNT FOR GOD'SAKE he was A BABY APE)

Z = Zzz

I’m sorry but… when he’s deep in sleep, he is gripping your ankle with one of his foot. Like, you literally cannot leave the nest because he holds you tight right there. If you try you’ll end up falling off the nest with your leg still on top of it and you’ll have to use your stomach muscles to get back on, because he'll NOT remove his foot to help you, you wanted to leave? Take responsibility. And no matter the position you’ll sleep in, when he’s fast asleep, he’ll just match the position to be able to grab at your ankle. No hands holding, just ankle/foot holding!